It is the setting of the sun, the closing of my eyes for an eternity of gray days. No more mosaic sky above the green grass of home, now ...

Waking up to you is the amazing sun rising in the east, joy to a new day on earth. A smile as vibrant as a day filled with hope in the he...

As the clock on the wall strikes 6, I wonder where you are , how you are doing in the world. If you are happy and loved, or you feel as  ...

There is a continent between us, but it's like you are in the room, the scent of your hair, your laugh so alive with life, your wisdom of...

Somewhere over the rainbow can be found, when you click your heels together. Like when you were a child, petting your dog Toto for the fi...

Just behind the tarnished brass heart, on a shelf of mortal sins of man, lies a charred soul, not burned beyond all recognition. Imbedded...

I don't need riches or fancy clothes, or fine wine to soothe me. Or all the rare diamonds on the planet earth, or the finest new wave cui...

In order for our past to shine tarnished memories must turn into brilliant ideas. Past bigotry must turn to love for our fellow man color...

Worn out like tattered rags, on the hopeless homeless, tarnished like an old brass pot on an empty forgotten shelf. This is my heart to m...

In reverie of dreams so intense of living color, a starburst to the soul are you my forever love. To taste of passion's kiss upon the bit...

To feel true humanity coursing through your veins, is like the blood of man sustaining life past human vanity. Embracing who we truly are...

When you see me in the night, do you feel my soul's light, or is it not what you need to breathe. Not as big as the silver screen, nor a ...

A sprinkle of stardust, a pinch of compassion on the earth. A touch of human belief, that all will be well with the world. No magic, just...

As the sun warms my face, I recollect memorable times of joyous explosions of color. Of journeys to destinations only dreamt of in my hea...

Tears upon the  ancient parchment, Of deeds good and evil. Tales of heroic, grandiose events, All captured by more than words, So deep an...

There it is down the darkened hallway a shrine to the dead. Graffiti, drawings, symbols, images all state the obvious, violence pays noth...

Life is a bout the living, not about the end result. It is about the journey, not about the destination. It is about the hunger, not abou...

Your garbage is their food, the city streets their living room. alleyways dark, foreboding their bedrooms. When we finally open our eyes,...

We believe in magic when there is so much pain. It closes off our minds, letting our hearts fly so high. How can you feel the burn, when ...

What we have built here let no man put asunder, not a down pour of human tears, neither by hell's fire or nature's thunder. Let us grow l...