The Poet Enters

Each day we should try to learn new things and be willing to consider actions; we may not need to change our opinions, but we should be increasing our understanding.

Somewhere in between what I want and need, and what you want and need, is a place of acceptable compromise; it would seem that neither one of us wants to visit that place.

Some people complain that no one listens to them; the real issue may be that no one is doing what they want them to do.

No one can measure you by your words, even if they wanted; you can only be assessed by your actions—how and when they are demonstrated.

Why is it that we have to ask and remind others to regard one another, and why is this not our prime goal or even a consideration?

We can talk ad nauseam,  until the veins burst from our skulls,   We can share dire news  and express ideas large and dull.   We can make excuses  while the sun refuses to fade,   We can provide false hope,  placing someone's dream in shade.   This is a mere reflection  of our character we hold inside,   The facts always remain,  no matter how many we try to hide.

We are all human and deserve to be treated with justice and fairness; we must also do the same for others.

We share a world and an existence; what reason is there for always having an issue about sharing honesty and peaceful cooperation?