We concern ourselves with flesh, materials, influence, needles desires. Where has true passion gone? Do we excuse authenticity in the name of culture? Have we forgotten love and joy? Or has it always been

As a young lad living in Peoria IL (at the time) I bonded with my dad one way and one way only.... WATCHING FOOTBALL!! Whilst these bonding sessions took place I learned two things early on root for the

This place mocks me. Deliver me, so I may see Clean me so I can breathe Lift Me so I may hear Please save me from myself My reflection laughs at me My skin Blankets my thoughts with delusion My mind fools

What is your favorite poem out there? Just post the name of the poem, poet, and reason why. For me it's " If you forget me by Pablo Neruda" A truly amazing piece of art geared towards the loneliness

During my time with SAGA (Southeast Alaskan Guidance Association), we would spend 4-7 days at a time camping in the wilderness. We were escorted by Sea Plane Sometimes it's Amazing to look back and see

She stood alone in the crowd Amongst the drunken ramblers and loud cowards Beloved by no one but admired by all

This hardened soul How the shadows have become its home But it witnessed the light from a far Hiding in its little shelter how close you came to exposing This little cave hiding this hardened soul but

One of the best weeks of my life was spent in the UK with a woman whom I truly loved.

I do not know how this man made his way through the trees in order to get where he was. I was in a particularly poor mood that day and decided to walk to my favorite spot and take some photos on the way

Seems like it was just yesterday when sites like these were an everyday occurrence.