Dust Jacket for My First Novel. Remembering My Dad, Walter Baker. Thoughts from an everyday . It is almost time for April. To arrive in colors bright. Forsythia shines in yellow,. The wildflowers pop up pink,. Apple blossoms white as snow. While dandelions hug the lawn. To begin the springtime show.

Me Sardonic, Me Sarcastic The boy that tries to be a hippie in this day an age. Me Sardonic, Me Sarcastic. The boy that tries to be a hippie in this day an age. In this moment, I wish to lay in upon. The bosom of grace while the arms of love wraps its motherly hands around my head. I want to unconditionally express my blackness in the way I have never mentioned before. May I, stranger? Why are they passing this.

The chaotic life of the toad. Striving for a peaceful life. In my ambition of defeating my technophobia I have created a YouTube channel.

Morning by morning, O Lord. You hear my voice;. I lay my requests before you. Praying is communicating with God. Through prayer we come to know the all-powerful and loving God, and who He is. Through prayer we allow God to direct our lives.

Let faith deceive you into sanity. When faith begins to shake. And all Reason feels fake. Existence seems a gory game. And all your hair stand on end. Shivers run down your spine. And your hands begin to shake. The forehead that would graze. A prayer mat all night and day. Has now found a new place. Between two worlds in space.