Cash the check I wrote to you…… It is written on my heart…… just a small repayment for the contribution you made for a new start I couldn’t come up with a sum that was sufficient for the determined efforts you have shown so I left that line blank and the negotiations can go on…

It has become apparent to me that words of kindness…… words of encouragement…….words of love are meaningless unless accompanied by….. Sincerity ttucro

Walking my dog in the park I came upon a curious little man sitting on a bench by the lake. He seemed overcome with excitement and gravitated from laughing to despondency…..it was very interesting. Passing he exclaimed “ Senor would you care to join me for a magical experience?”  I don’t use drugs anymore but…

Our hearts are a basket to carry things we want to keep Allowing us to share those gifts with others that we meet From time to time others share what their hearts decided to keep That give and take is the fellowship we all are trying to seek So carry your “basket full of hope”…

Or adding to the story —————————————————————————— when I get to the pearly gates……..I wonder how many excuses I will make……for misbehavior I passed off as living before the Keeper of the Path shakes his head and begins to laugh…..  “ we already know everything you’ve done…… so don’t sham us or we will send you…

Anger……. Retaliation……abuse………emotional rampages………jealousy ………almost all negative responses all driven by fear. It can be spelled in many ways but at its core all the aforementioned are motivated by…. Fear However you care to spell it….  It’s Fear Ttucro  

I could be upset and disappointed because my plans fell through I could let it determine how the next few days will go i could turn the situation into a full blown crisis…. but what good would it do Already a bit weary from a reshuffling of the deck I didn’t draw the cards I…

You help me chase away those shadows that I tried to shoo away I needed an example of what it was like to be considerate and caring and trustworthy and you gave me that Those shadows come but they don’t stay because they are no longer my friends…… they lead me down paths that take…

Sparse and clear my silent vow to let the words speak…….and not me For when I release my hold on them they take me places I’ve never been Once you understand that you aren’t the writer….. They are There is a bond few will ever know…..to be part of the effort and not the director…

The man inside of me longs to be free from the constraints I put on him he doesn’t care what people think, but I do he isn’t afraid to step out of line….. but I am he treasures the times he made a fool of himself,  but I don’t he rails against people that dismiss…