it’s important that we connect to have someone get what we get to affirm that this isn’t a solo trip the invisible chords really do exist and if you don’t know what i’m talking about you don’t know what you missed it’s important………………………..that we connect   you won’t feel it if you aren’t aware that…

may i be a rubber band holding sometimes but able to expand keeping things together and easy to unwind giving a little order and peace of mind stretching when i need to and sometimes standing firm binding things together as this world tosses and turns  

perception colors my world, the colors depend on my gratitude   i needed a vacation from myself, so i offered to help someone else   the process turned me around, in it i found, i was a lot better off then i thought   perception is the key the colors are up to me and…

after all this time i’m finally home at last   much to my surprise it was closer than i thought   turns out not to be a place or destination   but peace inside my heart   home at last   everything is here

you may think i’m crazy or that i think like a child but sometimes as i go about my day i think i see God smile i would like to think it has to do with how i live my day i could be wrong but i don’t get that feeling, when things aren’t going…

sounds initially strange but consider it my friend on any given occasion, the beginning is the end for how we approach a problem or how we greet a friend is so heavily influenced by how we choose to begin i recommend wholeheartedly extreme consideration as to what is inferred from the start, because what may…

delusions of a past i see, always came back and haunted me so i decided to ask them to hang around, until i could sort out what was lost and what was found so i poured over my back pages looking for a theme and what i found was unnerving to me seems fear had…

the sum total of what we understand, not what we experience   given to exaggeration as amplified hope, of what we would like to achieve   and what we know we probably won’t   somewhere in between, the truth and the lies, is the staging area we call life   which leaves Norman Vincent, peeling

what do i know   what do i see these perceptions get the best of me   when i think i understand the pry bar of time opens my mind     as usual what i find to so many things i was blind