my search for the meaning of life was like chasing a rainbow the harder I tried to catch it the further it escaped my grasp I have searched earnestly most my adult life for my purpose and mission never finding meaning alas, but one day in desperation I decided to give it all up and… Continue reading the search
mister squirrel lives in my tree he has a clever technique hanging upside down lowering himself low on the chain which holds up the bird seed house I keep he's stealing seeds meant for my treasured birds but that's OK with me I found a deal on a big bag of seeds for fifty cents… Continue reading mister squirrel
Be not forlorn my fellow my damsel in distress for it doesn't matter who we are we are all the same under the sun it matters not what man thinks only what God thinks and man cares if we've made it in life or not and looks down upon us if we haven't but God… Continue reading Be not forlorn my fellow
where there is no hope there are no dreams there is no love and no above but only below way down low nothing high nothing light no airy flight it's crawling and crawling and crawling under the listless rocks of depression. I hear it calling. it calls on me. the living and the dead as… Continue reading an ounce of hope
who told us we were smarter than a tree? no one has to tell them what to eat to stay healthy, trim and live over a hundred years the great oak, pine and the sycamore know how to get nourishment they press against the ground and delve deep but trees mighty and small they alone… Continue reading they stand tall
I caught a sneak peek of the great beyond its shadow relentlessly follows me these days I feel its breath on the back of my neck which makes the hair there rise when you live this long you begin to feel it tug on you with its invisible hand through an obscure curtain no doubt… Continue reading done so wrong
unlike man you never know his true intention but a dog wags his tail and there is never any question about it.
there is a time to talk and we know it's now as it was then that we uncover all our yearnings that we dispel all our grudges that someday you and I will be the breeze remembered.
clothes lines and trash burners those were the days I long to return to if life could only be rewound I would go willingly back to relive it all and do things right the next time around.
feelings come and go unreliable as though one falls out of love as quickly as he falls into it like the tide like the waves like the empty wind blows.