that’s what i say, ”hey God i need to pray” and that is how i start my day it’s not a recitation of some rehearsed lines that aren’t particular to me i say what i need to say and try not to complain everything i have or will have is a gift….. everything i need…

wasn’t looking good, i was failing the test helping some friends was turning into a mess and i remember when my best efforts aren’t getting it i stop……………..and pray well it wasn’t an immediate turn around but i kept plodding along and a few things that weren’t cooperating fell into place and the tide started…

God forgive that i should live with no purpose nor report to pass each day as in a play that takes on the whims of my heart to face the end and have no idea where i have been with little regard for my breath, rather God had not been so kind and would have…

this man inside who lives in my head, hides in the bushes and under my bed…………and he keeps throwing out ideas i would rather not have hey, sit down and talk with me i can tell you are nervous, what do you fear, i can’t ask you to leave you are already here……………..so if you…

every once in a while i hit a lick that causes my heart to skip a beat and though i hear no other applause, this soul of mine gives pause to say i appreciate the little gifts God sends my way and that’s enough encouragement for me you see when i draw or when i…

an occasion was such that we needed to move the fridge and to our surprise what we found was this old remnants of dust and debris, such that would make a sailor, sick at sea so we cleaned and moved it back into place and as we did a notion came over me what sordid…

i would have not believed that i could see a time when the truth was better left unsaid when a moral code serves no other purpose but to convict, and that conviction is not timely nor proper…………….let it go when you take the badge off as enforcer of the truth you are released of the…

imagine after all this time, i can actually claim to be in my prime because from where i sit i am not longing to go nor forget which affords me the comfort and ease to be okay with me no longer torn between darkness and the dawn, the light inside of me chases the boogie-men…

generally when i am compelled to speak, it is a good bet my ”EGO” wishes to seek relief by lashing out with a diatribe about my beliefs which no one cares about but me silence is power

the words grew legs and crawled into your head your verbiage is such that no one knows what you said and although your knowledge of the language is at your command \ no one knows what you are saying…………….so no one gives a damn professor come down from the podium and communicate with me in…