The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.

I’m staring at you. Not because I like you, But because you took my heart and I don’t know how to get it………..back.

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

promises sleep and dreams are suffocated by Ambien death becomes a play told in three acts my favorite part is the end.

Awakening to the freshness I come in fully and with heart open to this new day giving giving giving to myself now… this is good…  

my birthday stands before me her finger crooked, beckoning me but to where? feet planted, but still I race forward   vision impaired, or perhaps never clearer, I see years gone by, a blur of light and dark, mostly dark some stop to remind me…

Always, Always, Always, Always Always Always… THE.SAME.DAMN.THING. Maybe I’m the hamster in the wheel, the weed regrowing in the bushes. That cat glaring at the parking lot, that soup can with the same 2 for 1 deal. Same shit every damn day. Wake up Contemplate…

The Pages are so smooth They too want to get drenched in words.   The pen glides in compassion Wants to bleed all the pain, wants to dance a lot in joy!   The mind is busy, It doesn’t want any thought to be missed…

I could not hold my tongue or watch my mouth. The temptation was too great! I could not be still as a house or quiet as a mouse. Because I was five, or ten, or thirty I could not think before I acted or use…