Tomorrow has no stench, but it does carry weight. Unduly anxiety can vex the strongest man who assumes the hypothetical. Assumes and presumes to be…
We are the music makers…
We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams;— World-losers and world-forsakers, On…
My Soul Longed
“My Soul Longed”By: Arvell CraigMy soul longed for, the love of it’s life. A kiss in the day, and a touch in the night. Impromptu escapades where…
Casualties of Love
Pulsating throbs are ever present reminding me of the costs. And yet all I can think about is when can we dance again. Both realities…
When Grace is No Longer Grace
My prayer life did it. My giving tithing earned it. I sowed a seed, Abstained bad deeds. And now, I have my payment. (Ref: Rom.…
Poem: There Is A Side To Us That’s Strong
There is a side to us that’s strong. But that’s the one we hide. Confident and soft-spoken, often confused with pride. And for some reason…
Edge Living
I want to keep myself on the edge, but not fall off. Living far from the crowd but not be haughty nor proud. I want to…