The Poet Enters

The night has a chill; streets full, little faces quite pale, The shrill of screaming, laughter, or possibly a wail, Friends are unknown, dressed in strange attire, Ghosts hang about; pumpkins glow with candle-lit fire Treasure amassed by your crew, will be tomorrow's tale

What makes a person great, and how do you measure the value of a life; the answers will be found when the questions are no longer a controversy.

It a soft touch to the cheek and a gentle spoken word; it is the call of a tender voice. The longing of closeness and the hum of whispers and giggles. Warm and vibrant touches and all encompassing gazes; the components of a new beginning.

The truth is present and clearly visible, but no one sees it, the truth is discernible, but no one understands; the lie has become the truth, and it is accepted and rationalized.

What happened to the love, and what happened to the dream; were they both the same, and simultaneously melted away?

I have lost what I used to have, I can't have what I want, I can't keep what I do have, and don't know what is yet to become mine.

If you have many resources, and are well known, you are important to many, but if are unknown with few resources, few are invested in your failure, or your success; does that make you less important?

What's the difference between an argument, and a discussion; the winner.

It takes time to do things correctly, do you only want it finished, or do you want it to work properly; the only real difference is time.

What if, making things better would benefit everyone else, and not you; would you still be for making things better?

We cannot always be what we wish to be, and that may be a good thing; however we should always be aware of what we are.

Your current situation may not allow Time for perfection, but it does provide a window to try.

Sometimes the place, in which you currently stand, can become searing hot and too difficult to reside; that might be the appropriate time to reposition yourself.

Some pain is preventable, and some pain is anticipated. Differentiate between the two; and  then, prepare for the probable, while avoiding the unnecessary.

There is a point which we all reach, where we are too far to turn back, and it's so far to go; it is at this point we either find ourselves or lose it all.

My world is slight and my time is diminutive; I can expand my world, but I cannot meaningfully extend my time.

That which you cannot control, does not necessary control you; unless you let it.

Things have not yet worked out as planned; but things could have been all together worse.

Each day is magnificent, but often we have neither the imagined time nor presence of mind to dwell within its wonder.

Do great people simply have great thoughts, or do great thoughts simply create great people?

We may not acquire the great things which we deserve, but that does not diminish what we have earned.

Deep seated fears may not be any fault of your own; but they may be something you must now disown.

The good things we want for others should be expressed as compassion and not as coercion.

We grasp at answers to questions, which we can barely form, only to come to conclusions, which we can scarcely comprehend.

Without respect or the thought of it, all else fades into dust.

We may not seek to control the free will of others in their choices, but we sometimes need to reduce their interference in ours.

If you never address the smaller issues, don't worry; they will become bigger.

Verbal confrontation isn't always prudent; but neither is totally restrained silence.

We would like to be proud of everything which we do; we really would.

How much fear does it take to make someone overlook the unacceptable; are you getting your daily quota?

Pondering deep sorrows and lost within the clouds; the wind is harsh and the ground is cold.