08/18/2017 - 12:52pm
Nearing death awareness is the mind and         heart going home, revisiting people and Places and things: the experiences that have         imprinted in and on each person’s mind: A collage of life and living that accumulated         as each person lived and grew: Memories, then, that randomly became me…           but that just as well... >>more
08/07/2017 - 3:04pm
Arguments drive the world of Man.      Demonstrable—what’s plain to see— Should always win. We know that’s true.      But what should be’s not always done. Math, logic, science, evidence,      these bare the facts we should believe, And mostly we accept those truths—      strict disciplines do often sway…. But Man is art not science, yet,      and music... >>more
07/14/2017 - 10:49am
I met God. She was standing on a corner.      Her appearance could not be a fantasy. She stood there wearing nothing more than rags,      rags conjured up from rended majesty. I was buying donuts for a treat.      Clearly, she had not a thing to eat. I stood there in the judgment of her gaze      caught rich in all I'd learned to seek and prize. She stood her ground with absolutely nothing    ... >>more
05/04/2017 - 2:02pm
Unsaid is the greatest regret:                 true thoughts and feelings That were owed to others                 but never paid, A mistake we seem bound to make over and over again Till there’s no time… no one left to tell. >>more
04/28/2017 - 12:00am
All I can say is: Sorry,         that she died without my name. Now, I'll tell you the whole story         and where I would place the blame. It's not true, what some are saying,         that I failed to heed her plea. I was serving in the army         far away across the sea. When her letters turned more somber,      ... >>more
04/25/2017 - 12:00am
The image of a young girl                 emerges out of the casket… Up, out of the ground                 into—onto— The divine dancefloor,                 there to be approached By her young admirer         ... >>more
04/24/2017 - 12:32pm
A girl of all the beauty that he could see, Dancing with another,                 alone and waiting— It seemed—                 just for him. Twirling and turning to turn his head…. A rare, rare thing is first love —true love— And, should it come to you, it is your duty to live it! That’s what the smile in her... >>more
04/04/2017 - 3:40pm
So,why do I love you?         You're really not like me! You look different—you are different—         as anyone can see: Your skin's a different shade,         or your hair's in a different braid, Or your eyes and your face show that         you were born in a different place. We don't talk the same: We use different  ... >>more
03/19/2017 - 12:29pm
Death's not the victor, after all;           the equinox comes as a scold;  Life cracks the ground in shades of green,           throws off the lethargy of cold, And wakesand grows from fertile seeds,           aroused from dormant winter's night When dark was tantamount to death           and hope lay... >>more