Don’t kid yourself…. no matter how spiritually fit you think you are……you will not ice skate through hell……live it up…..but you will never live it down…..you can devour and recite the works of masters on living a faith driven life…..profess to believe that Jesus walked on the water……but that human element never leaves. Some days…

The instrument I have the most difficulty mastering….is my mind……..because I am the instructor……. he needs to be replaced and j know a capable replacement….God….a call is the next step.          Ttucro

For I am just a poet on my good days and troublesome ones…..the good news is I will never be any less than that and the reality is I will never be any more than……and that….is more than enough….. ttucro

If I should die before i sleep……give my bed to another creep……that seems to have a glimmer of hope ….a playing card attached to his spokes…..and a glimmer of that “light” that tucks me in at night and a wee bit of desire to know a God that hires……everyone. Ttucro

I owe my pony? for refusing to stay in the pen……hates to be saddled and ridden and resists going where he is led…..I owe my pony for keeping that path of resistance well trodden and always an option……ttucro

The ugly truth is the heart is as pure as you keep it…… the heart has many people under the illusion that it can only manifest good things. The heart must be tended, weeded and raked…….otherwise it becomes overgrown with weeds we have come to call flowers. There is no completely sweet love……don’t kid yourself…..humans…

I know a man who is lost……. I know where  he is physically…….. but I can’t reach him…..something inside of him keeps the demons fed and they take turns exercising…..I know a man who is lost…. I know where he is physically…. but I can’t reach him…….I accept my helplessness….and ask for God’s.    Ttucro

Getting “right size” is a hard proposition….but after you get there it’s the only place to be……everything else is an illusion….. ttucro

Born to be a wanderer…. but I let it get away….. by giving my heart to many and playing their silly games……..you must protect your calling as if guarding your life……otherwise you will spend your last years contemplating what it would have been like to be a kite…….I am the master of my ship……and Let…

You wake me up everyday with the potential of ecstasy before me and I open doors that lead me to miraculous experiences and  occasionally to impossible heartache ……..I demand an apology for those an you sing this song: “a little rain….a little pain…..without them you would complain……the sun is too bright…..the sun is too bright…