spiritual
-
Food For Thought
Living in an environment of machines and barren concrete, it’s no wonder so many people have become barren and mechanical within. The wonder is that some still keep a spark of the green flame alive— John Michael Greer : The Druidry Handbook Continue reading
-
Food For Thought
Spring is here, joy is near. The long nights of winter are gone, so have no fear. Spring is here. Continue reading
-
Unwind
Explore the world, see new places. Turn off the screen, and see new faces. Continue reading
-
Food For Thought
We live in a symbiotic relationship with the earth. It cares for us. We care for it. Except, man kind has forgotten this. Progress is needed. And the forests of the world? Expendable. Continue reading
-
Food for Thought
We only have one home. It’s our planet. Anytime you turn on the television, look at the news, and you can see destruction. Protests? Some might. But not enough. Many are content to ignore the problem, saying it does not concern them. Yet it does. For if we stay on this path, none of us Continue reading
-
Food for Thought
Let yourself go Let yourself flow Let your flaws show And see who will know. Why not be free? For between you and me In the end who gets out alive We all live we all learn And someday in the ground lie. Continue reading
-
Food for Thought
Is it real? Or simply fake Things that leave chaos in their wake. That’s the choice of what it means To your heart and soul. Inspire wisdom Passionate thoughts Now look at what you’ve wrought Continue reading
-
Food for Though
The path less taken So often empty and forsaken Will sometimes be true salvation And a cause for celebration Continue reading
-
Photo of the Day
A healthy bit of advice for everyone Continue reading
-
Alone Alone
Alone. Alone. I’m finally home No more do I wander No more do I roam. No more screaming No more shouts No more furious battle bouts. Alone alone I’m finally home. Here to stay. No more shall I roam. Continue reading
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 