There was a hole in my heart I tried to fill with you, we were nothing at all.

There’s a reason the elephant is more at risk than the cockroach, It’s hard to **** something that small.

Even now, it’s challenging to write these things but let me provide clarification.

Not due to emotional blur or significance, but that I lack my usual inspiration.

The words typically pour out of my hands, however this is my attempt to put nothingness into text.

When I look back on my life, I don’t like to have them, but you are my only regret.

I know I can’t make my bed, lie in It, and then complain about not getting sleep.

You were a manifestation of my habit to make things worse, but I didn’t think I could dig a grave so deep.

It’s a strange thing, you chose to see castles in the clouds, and ignore the impairment by the fog.

I ate until I became husky myself, a coping mechanism for listening to you tell me I don’t like dogs.

That’s silly. It was right in your face, even this, is less about you & more about her.

Apologies you had to come after.

Sometimes you can feel like a sloth working towards your chunk, but goonies never say die.

Absorb, transform, perform, this is the formula for any endeavor you may try.

Evolution arrives when It’s needed, when It’s time to find your passion you’ll make a natural selection.

Life has a jury of one, no evidence fabricated or real can help you fool your reflection.

Anyone who counted steps eventually stopped having to count falls.

I know some days can feel like being back in those halls, against those walls.

This strange feeling can tap into insecurities, bringing you back to a time when you were just a little tot.

But don’t forget when the tornado was coming, against the wall was the only safe spot.

I know you got a little more left.

The space between the notes makes the music, the ball in the air is the ****** of a clutch moment.

The thing about a moment is you can’t both be in It and try to own It.

So that is my goal for 2024, to fight my human urge, to know it’s futile to stare at the clock.

See that’s where we get It from, anything with two hands doesn’t ever want to stop.

As It will always go on, I wish to do nothing knowing law says I must flow on the same river.

Now that I’ve gotten over myself, I finally understand time is the only owner and giver.

Greatness is something a busy man asks for but it’s something patience demands.

The death of curiosity and creativity always comes from those making plans.  

Here’s to spending my questions but saving my time.

Trusting I’ve plucked enough grapes to one day drink my wine.


Or, I sure hope I’ve learned to get over myself…

Internal satisfaction makes you a presentation that doesn't require zoom to show.

I like everything in my life a size too large so I have room to grow.

I dream of buying houses quickly, a life that I'll call rooms to go.

Some flowers take time, I'm a lily, please wait on the bloom to show.

She told me she didn't believe in God, a cataract to seeing eye to eye.

Now that I'm working on an empath, she understands my feelings & is willing to try.

Weird how money can change your beliefs if you believe in it too much.

All of sudden love languages morph from quality time and words of affirmation to physical touch.

The prideful and independent suddenly break their legs to welcome a crutch.

Even a hygienist can forget that last thing that should be in your mouth at night is your tooth brush.

The student surpasses the master but the master is claiming confirmation of himself if he can teach.

Teaching is more about the master’s completion than what the student seeks to reach.

You have not truly mastered a domain or achieved a skill until you can give a lecture.

Teaching is a kin to putting knowledge and experience into an oven, changing their flavors and textures.

Thus, if you can not teach a class on a subject It is most wise to withhold your opinion.

Or get in front of the class, & when your voice cracks you’ll quickly realize there you have no dominion.

but, Happy Thanksgiving :)