doing the right thing is a prerequisite for things going well but it doesn’t mean they will i laugh when i think of times i did the ”right ” thing and things were still a disaster the joy of doing the right thing is being true to oneself……………………that’s it if you expect more than that…

seems a strange proposal, but is it worth examining in order to feel better about the effects of time some resort to transforming alterations only problem is rarely do they look better just different like a canvas stretched over a frame to the breaking point inflated lips that look like rubber stamps and noses that…

”DENNIS THE MENACE” WOKE UP TODAY and in his mind i could hear him say, ”that mode of travel might give things a jolt, but i probably should consider that it will leave a lot of smoke” and if i remember lessons of the past, although it’s fun, fast doesn’t last so i sit on…

when i express my distress i marvel because you never interrupt me i never feel that my feelings are considered frivolous or juvenile and your explanations entice me to consider a different perspective what you give me are angles and not straight lines often find myself flying as a crow flies, only to find i’m…

the paper doesn’t fight doesn’t judge whether i’m wrong or right won’t turn me away when the words carry little weight invites me to try again and prods me along to color its’ canvas with life i can be glad or i can be sad be dramatic or docile as a lamb assertive or supportive…

sitting on the beach i watch the waves sometimes pushing sand and sometimes taking it away reminds me of the seasons that happen in my life sometimes the calf is fattened and sometimes it on the stake things are constantly being added and some are taken away sometimes i get to choose and sometimes i…

Lord light a candle that i may see the way looks dark and lonely to me i suspect that i may stumble and fall with no one to hear my call and i should parish because the way i could not see the voice rained down like a cloud that bursts ”YOU have a way…

the truth is just below the surface scratch a little and you will stir it up swells up like a fountain when you have the courage to sweep it off you look at it puzzled, because it has never changed just your vain attempts to hide it, in the pouring rain like having and umbrella…

oh what fun it was to rattle off a tale embellished with all sorts of things that never did exist entertained for hours on end as we laughed at each others spoken dreams but as we got older some of us never stopped spinning yarns that no one else believed you see for awhile it…

there are immutable things that i must face part of life, they do not go away to earn a wage and pay my bills is a challenge everyday but i severed my ties to things that complicate a life that have little substance and confuse as to the whims of fashion i am always out…