This thing called life does breathing make it real? if you are afraid of nothing you are not living right... yet, to go on and endure we must rise to each challenge becoming braver and more forgiving it is as though we must learn to grow wings of angels looking down upon all from afar.
A shot-glass full of poison followed by a tall glass of sweet wine such is life's ups and downs. we are what we are for better or worse So, make haste don't wait to live fully until life gets better what you are experiencing now is as good as it gets. cheers. tip your glass.… Continue reading Cheers
Search your soul as hard as you try look to nature the sun in the sky seek goodness and mercy from rain falling above let wind fill your mind with visions of white doves believe your heaven is here where you are feeling comfort gazing at heavenly stars an everlasting scheme we cannot shake without… Continue reading Look to Nature
There is a calm before a storm once you find your field of thorns dandelions fiery hot lying down wishing not watch and know seeds will blow where they will endure and grow alongside flowers blue and gold doing never what you're told.
Sing your song of life long and well a choice of paths casting spells find your purpose live it strong make a mission travel on.
The beauty of the sunset is knowing there will be a new dawn a raindrop will look like a gem running down a flower's stem chirping birds and the sea so deep and the sky so high reveals there is something in the air that keeps each there and so it is inherent within everything… Continue reading The Beauty of the Sunset
It is the middle of the night and the candle grows dim as it snuffs itself it knows sunshine will come at dawn and things will come our way in their own will not in ours and we will feel its thorns and smell the flowers coming we hear a distant caw a crooked path… Continue reading Walk
Words in seamless rhetoric promise lies alive eccentric ill at ease sickness death in reality drunkenness and physical white light impartiality darkness nonphysical invisible drifting mindless angels and aimless devils floating flying crashing down chimneys always thinking feeling consciousness seeing hearing hot and cold love drinking smoking cigars above and below endless marriage divorce and… Continue reading In seamless rhetoric
Good morning my dear sun. I feel your warmth on my face. out from the darkest darkness you sprung forth as our savior and made another day illuminating mustard yellow green fields and golden poppies that make our eyes happier and our hearts kinder.
her relationship with common man was simpatico; resting together like butterflies upon flowers in a field of dreams fluttering their wings in the morning sun. her power usurped by its own femininity was that simple. in strict manner of ipso facto 'the secret of life became no more than living it'. yet, she unwittingly lived… Continue reading Simpatico