Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…
She is the captain of the Ghost S… No sail on this boat. Her spirit moves it. The vessel is dark to conceal her. Because she has a beauty
The night sky is our lost mytholog… No longer do we look to the stars… No longer do we sit in awe of the… So behold the immensity of the sky… And recognize the infinite capacit…
What is it about an opinion that m… What is it that we are trying to p… Does anyone want to hear it beside… Am I simply giving unsolicited ad… Doesn’t it just create an offensiv…
Eve bit the apple so she bears the… She hears it’s cries and its laugh… She feels the spirit of the Four… In one hand she cradles faith and… You can see the mystery of life in…
A photon bounces around inside our… When it finally does light is born… It takes its 8 minute maiden voyag… It races at 700 million miles an h… It loads our senses our dreams.
Love is delicate, If you’re not careful it will brea… Love is dangerous, if you’re not c… Love is timid often reluctant to s… Love is fierce,
I have succeeded in being who I a… Good and bad. But what about loving who I am? The right and the wrong. Accepting who I am?
A map has four directions. The native Americans worshiped th… A standard compass uses the Earth… A moral compass also uses two dire… When I am grounded my compass poi…
I build it with music. I freeze it with a photograph. I ease it with meditation. I tease it by floating on water. I beckon it by running my fingers…
Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread
If you are sad, love yourself. If you are scared, trust yourself. If you are angry, forgive yourself… If you are lonely, hug yourself. If you are opinionated, question y…
A face like a porcelain doll. But it doesn’t smile So serious all the time I sometimes imagine her Showing me her teeth
Her beauty is fought over by King… But her attention goes to the begg… Her eyes focus near but her heart… The wind blows through her hair an… of the departed.
How lonely it can be to write. My bride is this white computer sc… Constantly staring at me. Always receptive. To write is to challenge solitude.