he lived………………he laughed……………………he cried ……………………he died. those eight words could be said of every man or woman who has every breathed on this planet i can hear it already, takes a certain ass determined to disrupt the flow and idea of the conversation to interject something like what about a child born with a defect,…okay…

you ask me to come, so here I am I will walk by your side talk if you like if there is something you need to say I will listen you got my message without my vocalization, I know because you nodded so we walked in the park amongst the trees and your words were…

i have heard people share that they do their art, cooking, writing, hand-works for others not really for themselves…………………to which i would respond, i might eat your cookin’, only because I’m a confessed glutton, but I probably wouldn’t be interested in owning or displaying work that was intended for someone else………………….there is a disconnect i…

my room came about in my head…………….took a screened in porch that was almost dead and was reclaimed and reinvented to something unique………………i will let you take a peak into my room lots of light but not too much, because i value shadows, they add a nice touch, have always to remember no point in…

hey here comes ‘lucky man’ don’t know what happened but he’s a different dude some say he won the lottery and that changed his tune, but whatever it was, he’s not the same man doesn’t say much now, before you couldn’t shut him up, he was so full of himself, he thought he was tough…

act 1 I am that man who was a confused, mischievous kid who was into everything and had a hard time fitting in that got into trouble and was often over His head and weathered the repercussions of acting on a whim fires and broken windows and even a stolen car, my life was like…

you took the time to prepare your mind, by clearing off the spot taking all the sticks and rocks and smoothing out the bumps turned the land gently to expose the dark rich soil and put in the fertilizer just as you had been schooled now the seeds go in the rows deep enough to…

Your not over there anymore, across the street or next door i’m not looking around to see where You are because Your right here I’m not praying to a God out there, on top of a mountain or the bottom of the sea I’m talking to you just like I talk to a friend, not…