There's such thing as a spirit animal,

We all have one, to guide us. Think of your favorite animal, look it up, see if it fits you. Mine is the Orca Whale. Find the connection, save a life. I have adopted an Orca Whale from an adoption program through the Vancouver Aquarium. So far I have donated $105 and I will continue to donate $45 a year for my Orca Whale "Blackney". I also plan to adopt another whale, this time for $120 then $45 each year to renew it. Orca Whale's need our help, find your calling.

R. I. P. Rebecca

A girl from my work, a cashier, was instantly killed in a car accident. She was in the car with her boyfriend, driving back at midnight from the Justin Bieber concert. A car skipped the curb and flipped landing on top of their car. She did nothing wrong, she was eighteen years old.

a tribute to Shakespeare.

it's when thou can't have that little detail in thy life, that you break down from the silence in wait. tis the wishes to the stars hath not been heard. i prithee the heavens to accommodate my voice fain. ere i doth my heart shattered in pieces of fie, for i was denied the prayer. standing under the many glistening crystal eyes whence i once dreamed of thee. anon i hark my prayer, for i desire to hear it again. to praise the love i once felt, to feel it, once again. hie the heavens, hie my love, hie the prayer i wish to hark from up above. mark my desire, don't deny my plea, wherefore dost thou leave?

Fellow bees surrounding the hollowed honeycomb.

For the people who were once wonderous warriors. For the fathers that rained release among the imprisoned dreams chained to silent sleepers. For the woman laying love on every staircase for the innocent to gesture greed and finally accept that they are worth while. To everybody who became past, present or everyone waiting a few steps ahead of us. Where could you be today, when today lasts forever.

Ghostly treat after the triple decker bus.

A simple understanding, between the predator and it`s prey. Stacking life on many levels, high, low, and steady center. A food chain of circular disaster when emotions break up the grass with stepping stones. A divine feature of mother nature that still exists in this world, when she fled years ago. The blessing of a life ending for a reason, the devotion to harbor another`s breath. Although torture can occur, the everlasting heaven for this good deed lasts century after century in the warm sunshine following you as your translucent corpse wanders up the flight of spongy stairs. Taking each inhale and exhale higher and higher, forgetting how you got there but glad you did. Fear can reach many aspects of a biotic life. Dying isn`t a scary thing, the race for the wait to disapear, is terrifying. However, once accepted, you gain the capacity to reach new levels and higher ground, and this so called `death` becomes nothing but a desire when it collides with your fate.

Metaphor Poem I wrote.

Life is the beautiful masterpiece of love, faith, and joy. All bundled together in a bucket of paint to be splattered on a canvass of chaos. Although to many it may not withhold the beauty they seek to buy. We all accept this painting for what it is made of, for we all create our own masterpieces. Its a work of art that cannot be bought or sold, found in no store to browse, and no market to steal. Life is what we make it, and in this world everybody is an artist.