When sin becomes too sweet to quit,
you stop fighting it...
You’re Born to Hit the Wall
Stages of you...
~*~
Bequeath a truth they won’t forget...
The wind blows hard, the darkened night,
Scavenging for food, avoiding the light...
In our wokeness,
may we enjoy life...
Yesterday serenity prevailed
and for a moment understanding...
Life is a guitar, a singing man
stretching like a crack...
It bears Four secret names.
Three appear...
Thank you
for taking something...
The beauty of life
is not in how loudly we are remembered...
When the moon is the only sound, I hear.
Can the sun and stars fill the empty in me...
I don’t need the room, to make me pertinent.
The straight jacket of public opinion...