My imagination is the canvass, The world-my paints, Language-my brush, Words & ideas-the strokes.
Seek God the Lord Not from without But from within, The Temple Holy of Holies Resides in you,
Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but
Each day is unique, A path of the Earth, That is never to be repeated, From our birth, Each day has its own blend
I live to weave my thoughts Into words, My word into phrases, My phrases jump to life On paper;
I’m back writing again for myself, I’m looking for another to join in… To suffer alone is not dignified… To share the pain is more qualifie… Lord, send me not back here after…
Passwords I hate, I loathe with my entire being, Just the thought of having To create another password, Make me cringe,
The personals we turn to, In times of loneliness & despair, When times are tough When we are full of cares. In the personals we look
I feel unproductive today, But that’s alright Because Ulysses is sleeping on th… I feel unwanted & unattractive, But that’s alright
At our lowest point Of turmoil & despair We reach for Heaven When we dare To let go...
What is the latest news? What is the weather? What’s new in the world Does knowing it make me Better for having the knowledge
I wrap myself in a warm, wool blan… On a wet, cold winter’s day, The isolation itself is a warm, so… Soft & consoling, Warming my weary bones
Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…
I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…
We are born Not for ourselves But for each other, Brother for sister, Daughter for father,