The Poet Enters

We spend so many moments waiting; waiting for special days and special times, only to discover that there is never adequate time to enjoy them.

I believed that I held it all; the world in my hand, and all was good My eyes then fell upon your splendor, and now impoverished I stood

Every so often, we need to be reminded that our world is slightly smaller than the real world.

We can't always do what is expected; besides, who is expecting it, and why? 

The more ways we say that we are different, the more ways we find, in which we are the same. We cannot pick the families which we are born into, but we can choose how well we belong, what friends we make, or what enemies we create; simply by our actions.

There never seems to be enough time for planning the future; but there's always enough time for regrets.

Some days are like plain sheets; regular, straight forwarded, with no variation or surprises. Other days are like quilts; going every which way, having unexpected patterns, and including many different textures. What kind of day are you anticipating today? 

Time flies, and that's why I always carry a net.

Do you only count your wins, or do you only count your losses; how about counting both, and consider it experience.

Bold and bright is the smile that lifts and shares my day Dark and dreary is the heart which turns and walks away

We wait long days and sing sad songs, just to have someone who cares for us; at least someone who cares enough to show it.

Everyday is a day striving for relevance, but only for those who seek it

We may not know our purpose, but we do know our responsibilities; let us endeavor to perform our duties, while still seeking our reason to live.

Sometimes the day refuses to end, and sometimes I agree.

Timing is everything, especially when you don't have it.

Dreams of Madness   The day held a chill, and was filled with sadness The night was cold, filled with dreams of madness I sought to pull you close, but the space was empty I won the battle, only to stand alone with my dignity

At one time, we may have be told that we need to be discovered because of our talent or skill; I just want to know when did we get lost?

Some feelings never vanish, no matter how hard you try to remove them; often the best choice is to simply let them diminish on their own.

Incentive is a great motivator of the spirits, but you need spirits willing to be motivated.

At times silence can be an expression of exasperation; while at other times it's just a moment of examination.

Sometimes hope rises with the sun and then possibly fades with the sunset, but only if you let it.

If you work too much, you can become stressed and fatigued, if you play too hard, you can become stressed and fatigued; which one is a better way to go?

We can hide many things, but we can't hide our actions.

We all seem to want to do the right things; but none of us have agreed what things are right to do.

If we are not very careful, we may find ourselves doing all of the rights things; just for the benefit of others.

The weight of the world is upon my back I cannot remove it, for strength I lack It holds me down, and breaks my will The dreams I own, I am unable to fill Each day its weight, seems to recess Maybe it's for my benefit, more or less

Great ideas are all together nice; but they are nothing without action.

If life had a report card and a grade scale would you want to see yours?

Sometimes I like to take time, to think about the time I take to think, when I think about time.

You don't need to act foolish; or do I need to say, even more foolish?