they say a major storm is headed our way high winds and rain, flooding and fallen trees but it doesn’t give me great distress i do the necessary precautions and hope for the best that kind of storm is out of my hands it was the ones within, that i couldn’t stand so it took…

i’m not miles away, i’m here sitting by your side the Holy Ghost travels fast and i ask Him if i could take the ride so every time you send one up asking for His care He calls me up and says get dressed fast we’re going for a ride i see you as you…

the shit that dribbles from you lips is littered with half-truths, that remind me of the old me i can still lay it down but i choose not to, because it doesn’t set well in my gut i listen to the garbage and try sifting through the muck to try to get a glimpse of…

its a cookie cutter world and everyone fighting to fit in wearing the same clothes trying to have the same skin i just have to laugh because it all seems surreal but walk in a big city and you will see what i mean to be part of a fad has little interest to me…

happy just  2b like i am ain’t all that much but i have a good time don’t have to pretend i’m something that i’m not just happy 2b like i am changing all the time as the clock rolls on not sitting here fretting about what doesn’t get done try to do my best and…

anyone who dabbles in art, of any sort entertains the notion, however fleeting of creating a masterpiece regardless of whether one possesses the talent or not as i grow older i  have decided that a more worthy and practical goal is seeking the Master’s Peace For that would not be a thing but a permeating…

they should know how much they mean that my life is blessed to have them here then a voice whispers in my ear ”tell them” we humans oft forget and sometimes a kind word is just the lift we need so forget about should and could and say often what you think should be understood…