The Poet Enters

The year has reached it's conclusion We are surround by nothing but confusion Anyone looking for facts, believing what they find Are others accepting it, will the details be kind And has finding these answers, lead to a solution

How do we find that love that we seek, and when do we stop looking?

Maybe the distance is just too great, or maybe we are just too scared.

If you did get a second chance, do you think you would really take it?

Sometimes the answer or the solution is around the corner that you did not disturb, or expect.

On occasion, doing a whole lot of nothing is the goal.

Where is the good cheer, where has it fled? What have our deeds done, where have they led? Merry little lights, on our trees, and our homes. Merry little Christmas songs, and cute holiday poems. Where is our quiet little break, from the havoc of the year? Where are the pleasant spirits, the good tithing and cheer? I am still dreaming of a Joyous Christmas, as I do each year Where everyone finds some hope, and freedom from fear

What a glorious thing it is, to have a moment to dwell upon gratifying thoughts and warm memories.

The more the holidays are about buying, the less they become about enjoying!

You do realize that we neither need a season, nor a reason to simply be kind to each other.

I am not sure if I like Holidays, or how people act around holidays; I don't think it can be both.

I asked someone, what they liked most about this time of year; they replied, "The new movies."

The holidays are a great time for love and family; I simply hope that you have your fill of both.

The traffic in life can be hazardous and busy; it can be worse if you are traveling against the flow.

Did you see me for who I was, or for what you wanted me to be Could you hold me, just as I am; not for what you choose to see

There are things which make you happy, and then there are the things which happen.

Sometimes the world seems so big, that you may feel like a mere speck; at other times, it simply feels way too small.

We could find that which we seek; if only we knew what it looked like, and where it was located.

Sometimes we all need of moment of silence, just to hear the thoughts that we can no longer avoid.

We don't want to be wrong, but no one is always right; so do we dare to check to see if we are one or the other?

I can make things happen on my own; however when we make something happen, it's a happening.

Often it seems that there are so many things in the world that tear us apart, and so few things in the world which bind us together.

We can't always wait for someone to solve the problem; we may be the answer that everyone is tired of waiting for.

I ran around the corner, to avoid the fray But ran into a conflict, as any other day Looking to make a point, and be understood But do my ideas really mean anything good

If being sensitive is a problem, and being insensitive is also a problem; can someone please offer a solution?

It hurts to be wrong, just like being hit for real; in the long run, I don't believe that anyone is going to be left out of this sensation.

Sometimes I wonder; do people want unity, or do they just want to be right?

If the facts don't matter, and the news is fake on all sides, what is the point of the argument?

Be careful about what you surround yourself with; fake stuff never lasts, and real stuff is too important to take for granted.

Some things are really worth waiting for; but often, I think I just wasted my time.

I like to make great plans; they are always better with friends.

If you don't verify what you hear, why would it be worth repeating?