Sign Language for Dogs

The problem I have with fancy things……. They break easily and I detest picking the pieces that includes people.places and things ttucro

When you read this…picture a man sitting by a creek……..tossing pebbles and reflecting on his journey thus far…….what has been given….what has been taken and what was lost……. Sun piercing through the leaves he looks up and shouts……C’mon life I’m hungry and you’re cooking……guess who is coming to dinner….. that…….is…

There is no good without God……. ttucro

You cannot and will not be everything…….to anyone……ever…… ttucro

Everywhere I go…….       ttucro

There is only one kind of love……..hard everything is is make believe ttucro

You may not accomplish what your dreams are….. but if you don’t settle….. every failure is another affirmation that you are still trying…… that is success in my book ttucro

Doing the right thing often makes one feel better…… but not always Remember we are always fighting human nature do because it’s the right thing…… ttucro

Getting to know oneself is a great motivator to meet others that are more together and whole than you are…… if……you can be honest ttucro

If you don’t know what you’re looking for…….. ttucro

It’s hard at first and you break a lot of sticks……and the bandaids….. you build up callouses but you never get used to it and the plastered smile that spreads across your face could easily turn into a scream if you aren’t attentive….. the whole point is to pass with…

Most people would agree that only a fool would desire something there is little chance of having…..but I believe in long shots…… and I would rather be labeled a fool then to mow I am lying to myself…….. I would rather be a fool…… than a liar ttucro

When you are born with your heart on your sleeve…..you learn to hate it…… before you accept it it’s hard when you feel someone else’s pain and even worse when you caused it but my defect has allowed me to go places and experience things that would never have happened…

No risk….no chance of failure……..probably not worth doing stretching is the only way to grow and it’s painful molting the old shell and the new skin is thin and tender ………so don’t be surprised if life doesn’t throw salt in those wounds……part of the process stop challenging yourself and you…

This silent song carries me along refreshing and redefining each day……. I am never alone my silent song keeps me in its sway…… as I face uncertainty in my life I hum along with my silent song ……. somehow I know it will be okay….. silent song

I used to stomp in them stirring the water to an impenetrable murkiness and a cyclone of swirling particles…. one day I was tired,(everything works in some way to benefit us)…… so instead of jumping i knelled and inspected an undisturbed pool of water brimming with life…. That I had…

When it pains you just to think it……awkward and out of norm…….. that when you should do it….the sparks will keep you warm…… when the words are slow coming and you just want to shut your mouth remember what you promised…..being true to yourself so step up and speak the…

Hold it……squeeze it….. shake it…. bite it……..jump in………because you won’t be here in a second…..you’ll be there…. make ‘em count.. you either have your hand on the tiller or Life has its hand on it…… embrace life…….it’s yours for the taking….and yours for the giving ttucro

You may trip and you may fall and  be the blame for it all….but in the end you begin again and tuck the experience in a safe place for keeping…… then you clean the wound and put on a bandage…….and keep moving away from the past All the while cutting…

What value do you place on yourself…….what’s you worth……… to you too low…..you attract like and you are constantly climbing over each other trying to move up to high and you will hang around people that think very highly of themselves and therefore have few intelligent people to connect with………

Life is like the kids game of hopscotch……nothing happens until you toss the rock…….over and over again. Ttucro

You know you are getting old when you no longer question your beliefs…… ttucro

Dejected Michael walked away and his friends still surrounded the circle….. where small ……very small fortunes were won and lost… Billy approached and proclaimed, “ not a good day huh?” “Nah” replied Michael “ I lost my favorite steelie, I know I wasn’t on it so I should have switched.”…

Oft times we visualize what today, tomorrow and the future will bring Rarely do we get more than a few pieces in the puzzle right……. But we keep trying when we think we see the end in sight…….upon reaching it we encounter a billboard that needs painting with the inscription…

Eventually is a path that isn’t maintained very well…..travelers here are reluctant at best to go down this route …..so one notices the litter and the discarded symbols that adorned and now become a nuisance……… broken promises……broken dreams……..overpriced compromises disguised as commitments that never hold water……….leaving a mess and the…

Looking out the window I think about what went down……..nothing I can do to change it there was only one path and it was dark and foggy but there was only one and no one said you nor I had to like it the hammer 🔨 of your words hit…

At different points in life we are presented with different mental and social climates that allows us to heal…deal and move on….. I am at a stage where I am invisible…….I pass through malls and throngs of people unnoticed and undetected…….hidden I languished over the climate change until I realized…

I had to put it under wraps…… you know how hurt people love to attack……. so I will let it run its course until I’ve had enough and then I’ll see it away…… praying I’ll learn from what took my serenity away under wraps

The advantage of time is it never stops digging……. The disadvantage of time is that it never stops digging….. the colors on the facade are fading and the true images are clear enough to make out……and they are disappointing but real the gibberish uttered over the past 10 years was…

I will not be ignored nor taken for granted ……I am a poet what did you expect I will stay as long as the gate is open……but never think you have me boxed in……remember I’m a poet what did you expect You dribble out affection like you were baking a…