2001
A smile, a word, so softly shared, A fleeting moment that showed you… A seed of hope, in hearts it shows… Where kindness leads, kindness gro… One gentle hand to lift a fall,
In the quiet shadows where whisper… A lie is born, a truth to quell. Trust once strong, now fragile and… Hearts are broken, where do I beg… The eyes that once held warmth and…
Out of bed, feet hit the floor, Shorts and flip-flops on once more… Surfboard under arm I stride, No news to read, just waves to rid… The dawn breaks, the seagulls cry,
In the realm of screens and endles… Where stories weave and tales unfo… A world of pixels, bright and bold… Yet truth, it seems, is bought and… We trust the posts, the likes, the…
In the quiet woods where shadows p… Lives Fiona the Fox, sleek and gr… Her ears rotate, like radar they t… Pinpointing sounds, every rustle d… With a twitch and a flick, she pin…
To stay in the moment, breathe slo… Let go of your worries, no secrets… Feel the warmth of the sun on your… Lay down in the grass, let peace c… The past is a whisper, the future…
A spark ignites, a fleeting flare, A moment’s rage, so much kindling… Anger swells, its embers grow, A fire fed by the pain we know. We stack the wood with bitter hand…
Little master mellow, quite a lovely older fellow. Sits in a rocker, on his porch, making music, by a dim lit torch. Pen in hand, paper in his lap,
Sometimes I feel sad For no Reason. Sometimes
In the quiet of twilight, a young… Fourteen years old, courage trembl… He whispered truth to shadows, unv… “I am gay,” he said, tearing world… His home, once warm, now echoes wi…
In a world of words, where meaning… A tale unfolds—a linguistic ride. Bombastic strides forth, bold and… A lexicon soldier, sword in hand. With syllables clashing, vowels ab…
In life’s grand theater, where spo… Not for perfection’s stage, but fo… Dancers of trials, leaping over ba… Triumphs etched in scars, where re… To the brave souls who weathered y…
In life’s vast sea, we often drift… Settle for less, giving others a l… Deceived by those with hearts untr… Yet still we rise, our spirits ren… From Florida’s warmth to Indiana’…
As I stand before you today, I’m reminded of the countless sunrises and sunsets that have marked my journey through life. At 68, I’ve seen the world change in ways I could never have im...
In the dance of cause and effect, Karma spins a subtle thread, Where actions plant the seeds we s… Bears fruit on the paths we’re led… What you reap is what you plant,
