The Poet Enters

The hairs on my neck begin to stir behind my back there is a slight blur footsteps moving towards me prowl outside all my dogs begin to howl I cannot run within this confined space my heart flutters and picks up its pace I turn to look, and to meet my doom It's mom, to tell me, to clean my room

Sometimes plans for tomorrow wind up as plans for yesterday.

Maybe some people have so many enemies because it's too much work to hold onto friends.

Sometimes a single day can leave a more lasting impression than wanted, or expected.

Being aware of an issue, gives you the opportunity to help resolve it.

Everything is dangerous in large amounts; especially life.

There are days which can be enjoyed, simply by taking the opportunity to experience them.

Knowledge is the key to many doors, but you have to know the right ones to open.

There are those of us, who sometimes have to remind people, that we lived through the part of history that they are trying to alter.

We can express what we feel often, and with many words; but what we truly feel is revealed in our actions.

Good news is sometimes like a good rainstorm; you never really appreciate it, until you have a long dry-spell.

The strange pitter-patter of the rain on fallen leaves The blustering wind nibbling on my face and up my sleeves Splashing water echoes, from every step that I take The chill of frost is like a nightmare, but I am wake Like pillars of smoke, my breath lumbers into the air Sometimes enjoying the Fall is a troublesome affair

We strive for better days, and even better friends; frequently we can't get either, but sometimes we can obtain both.

Sometimes the morning comes too fast, and the night fails to linger.

Just because we often find ourselves alone in our thoughts, that does not mean that we are alone in life.

The night was fresh and the air had a chill The walk was very pleasant, even without a frill Your smile was warm, and retained a slight glow I've always been elated, that we both said Hello

I don't believe in conspiracies, secret societies, or hidden people who run how things work; just don't tell anyone I stated that.

It is not a waste of time to have hope; ultimately it is the reason why we live.

‎What activity do we take based on the knowledge which we have learned‎; is there some force which prevents us from action.

If going forward in life is a drag, then you must be pulling a burden from the past that you need to release.

The brightest words you have spoken, are often not the ones which are heard.

You can never fix the past; but you can always pretend that you did.

There will be times when you feel that you have lingered in one place for too long; but there will come other times when you will know exactly when to leave.

Some of us color outside of the boundaries, it's not that we do not see the outline; it's that we see a bigger picture.

There is a saying " You are what you eat"; I would like to point out that we consume more than food, and it affects more than the body.

Many things of value can be difficult to acquire; however, not everything which is troublesome to obtain is worth having.

Taking time to plan is an excellent strategy; using those plans is even better. 

If I forget my past, then I have truly lost my way forward.

Our lives are just a series of moments, held together by our train of thought.

The possibility of change is always present; keep your bags packed, and be ready to travel.

We may never fully understand, or like the truth; but honestly, I don't think it cares.