Poetry

Embrace of Healing

Gentle, comforting,
Warm touch to soothe and connect,
Love in every stroke.

Whispers of hope linger,
In the silence, hearts converse,
Binding souls as one.

Through trials, we find strength,
A tender hand to hold us,
Together we rise.

In each softly spoken word,
In every lingering glance,
Trust blooms as we dance.

With every heartbeat shared,
A sanctuary unfolds,
Where peace lives and grows.ve in every stroke.

Poetry

Greatness Earned 

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Efforts never cease,

Striving towards what’s yet to come,

Trying to succeed.

Takes a lot of your gumption,

and sheer determination…

-MAD/AAA

Poetry

Accomplishment 

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Proud declaration,

Speaking of accomplishment,

Boastful words are shared.

Enjoy all of your success.

Dues paid and you deserve it…

-MAD/AAA

Quote

Quote for November 5, 2025

“The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind the scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.” —Steve Furtick

Poetry

Follow Your Gut

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Knowing without thought,

Instinct guiding the actions,

Intuitive feel.

Have faith and trust in your gut.

It hasn’t let you down yet…

-MAD/AAA

Poetry

Fluent in Profanity 

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Cursing in anger,

Expletive of frustration,

Goddamn it all now.

Son of a biscuit eater

Make harsh moments easier…

-MAD/AAA

Challenges, Poetry

Whispers of Change

In my mind, the thoughts reside,
Hosting echoes, hard to bide.
For years they’ve danced, both dark and bright,
I work each day to find the light.

Rewiring paths, a steady quest,
Though struggles rise, I do my best.
With every dawn, new hope I find,
Improvements bloom within my mind.

Poetry

One Passion

art

In colors and lines, I find respite,
A world of my own, where I take flight.
They say to sell, to share my art,
But doubts creep in, whispering in my heart.

Keychains and prints, a tempting call,
Yet I wonder if I’m ready at all.
My therapist nudges, “Just take that leap,”
But where do I start? The questions run deep.

In each stroke, I chase away the fear,
Creating my haven, a space so dear.
Perhaps one day, I’ll find the way,
To share my passion, come what may.