Quiet the voice of the hurtful... Hide those sounds of words that hurt with or without determined purpose.... Silence those painful words that leave emotional scars for years to come.... Scars that mold the steps that will be taken or missed in this life journey.... Scars that create the personality of the spirit raising and molding the future....

Can you hear the voices of the young people shouting out? Yelling, screaming "where is my way out?" In these, the days of no time, there is not a lot for them to do so they turn to crime.... Making games of terror and strife, hurts upon hurt with the grand prize of taking a life.... It is sad to see the state we are in, when life so precious has be

In the darkness of despair, The selfish want more than their share. You have yours but where is mine? By themselves in space and time.   A love is more than they can bear, Alone again with none to share. If only they could own the sky; Would this fill the hole inside?   Want is never satisfied. Want will keep the pain inside. Want will drive the mi