Saturday, 9 December 2006. My heart cannot accept less. Determined to be remembered past my death. All these needs cause so much stress. Barely any time to catch my breath,. Above the clouds and past the sea. For that is the only way I will feel the caress. Of success across my chest. Go to my grave known as the best. Leave a trail of bodies known as the rest. And only then can I slow down. And find a smile within this frown. Put my feet up and my ass down.

Poetry is a catharsis of emotions. of anger, hurt, love, longing, sorrow, helplessness, elation, sympathy, sadness. To me, writing is a compulsion, driven by the demons of the deep soul. My best writing is inevitably inspired and I have found the greatest inspiration during my most troubled times. Most of these poems here were written many moons ago. Saturday, 6 April 2013. For as long as I can remember, everybody who knew him told us that he was a great man.

Did I ever think that my earthly pleasures would be so deep or my rewards this side of heaven, so great? Filed under Daily Walk. FOR NOW, OR FOR ETERNITY? In other words, this is not our permanent address. Are we holding to our lifestyles loosely enough that we can be uprooted or repositioned, should God so choose for us? HIS GLORY AND JOY. What shall I hear from my Savior. When alone in His presence I stand.

Saturday, July 2, 2016. If he wanted me to believe in him,. He would enter by my door. In the way that looking at things teaches. But if God is the flowers and trees. And hills and sun and moon,.

Poems of Fun, Thought and Encouragement. Sunday, October 01, 2006. End of a Search for Love. End of a Search for Love. I wanted so much to be part of his life,. A dream we would share of living together. And sometimes to walk by the water and heather. To live in a free and natural state. Each loving the other and pulling their weight. To share in giving and doing for others. Where help is needed - even those with no fathers. Living together in a way God would bless.