|About the Book|
We are blessed to have been born, but without any guarantees of a comfortable future in the everyday cycle of change. God has chosen that I be different than you. I thank God for his creativity and his design in making of who I am.So we socialize,MoreWe are blessed to have been born, but without any guarantees of a comfortable future in the everyday cycle of change. God has chosen that I be different than you. I thank God for his creativity and his design in making of who I am.So we socialize, develop friendships and come together as friends, companions, families, and communities, and laugh despite the pains that come with living. We reach out to each other to understand the bitter or better parts of us, of the ideal of Utopia and the interference of chaos, of cause and effect, and in some cases, fall into the abyss where light dimensions into darkness and where our voices cease to exist. But with the Devine and Spirit force’s reaching out to us, amid triumph moments, we make the effort to move forward, embrace and grasp this intangible mystery that is life. We reach down into the well of misfortune and help pull a stranger upward and out so the sun hits our faces with the same intensity and the future begins again and again until our Omega point arrives.Though at the end our skin turns into dust from incinerate bone and we breathe eternity and begin or end our last breath. The blessing from our Father is that we are here because he so directed our beginnings, to understand the gimmickry of our existence and touch someone before this planet turns gray. It is an event that certainly will happen over and over again pending our blue marble time line pushing us into the Sun some 50 billion years into the future. Maybe, one day in earth concourse time we will know what it is all about, for mankind’s life is too short to turn the page forward or backward to understand Alpha and the Omega point. Just as we arrive, our wintry weather of our time disembarks and endless springs and summers end and we too accelerates our skin side of us into dust and as we vaporize into minerals that are elementals on a periodic table.Before my journey ends let my memory not fade away as I turn my recollections into copy and for whilst, I write these things I see within my deepest concourse to expose the deep well of mystery of life. This begins my journey that is My Poetry and Camera Work that rests on my table. The artistic side of me comes from the heavens above in Camera Work by angels falling to earth. For me each photograph represents a moment in time, a snowflake unique unto itself as my hand writes a line or two while my impressions make me feel that I am alive for all of you to see.This interval contains my poetry and camera works depicting unique pieces of photo works from all the corners of my mind. When I was seventeen it was a very good year to create my beginning work of poetry. I boned-up my wits in verse, learning how to connect my inner nature and spirit voices from within deep of my stream of consciousness.Someday, I may be an angel to enlighten, guide, groom and be a sentinel for other’s like me and you, just people passing through this brave new world…a passage in our time and place to discover our purposes, hoping to make a difference in attendance and loving others. I still say a prayer to my guardian and my angels with wings whenever I can.