Our lives move in waves of unimaginable excitement and waves of crippling boredom. Long rivers of suffocating incompetence leading into a waterfall of rapid evolution. Each day rides on the back of a revolving barrel of emotions. No matter how much we learn, how hard we try, how many years we put under our feet, we will never find a path of permanent confidence, happiness or success. Perfection is a mirage luring us deeper into an endless desert. Don’t chase it. Even if you believe with all of your heart, in your bones deep inside—it isn’t real. It never will be, and never was. Our lives move in waves. ride them with style. Don’t sit there, letting them hit you. Don’t drown in apathy. Ride them all. Each time you will fall, but you can’t ride forever. It isn’t up to you. The ocean isn’t yours. But so long as you have a life, you have a choice to use it.

Pink in the horizon
Painting the sky with colors
Palette a rainbow
Summer breeze
Listening to the ocean
Seagulls crying
Sky deepening
Heart opening
An evening spent with someone
Enjoying the precious colors
That paint the sky

Between the lines of love and hate are thin in the world we live in. Everyday people sit and watch a piece of thier love slowly turn to hate and anger. Always wondering when their going to be set free from the prison that themselves built around their heart and soul.


Showing little emotion or feelings of love to the world. While the darkiness inside them closes in and the fires of hate burn even more. Leaving them to cry out to God for release from their own version of hell that they are trapped in with no way out.


Carrying all the burdens and secrets that can never be revealed to the world outside of them. Sparing everyone close to them the heartache and pain that if they ever knew the whole truth about the love they shared isn't real but just a lie.


Leaving them to wonder how after all these years of giving love and life.  They have nothing to show for it. Only having themselves to blame becuase the keeper of all their darkest secrets is now giving light and setting their selves free from the bonds that was once placed opon them. Finally getting pardoned for their sins and the part they played in keeping the secrets and lies .

Everyone in this world who is living has a past.  Some people have a lot of mishaps long the road of life.  Everyone has something dark that happened in their lives.  Whether it be too much partying or worse like stealing and lying to get ahead in this world.  But some people think they can hold every little mistake you had against you for the rest of your life.  

Is that fair to you honestly? No because you have already paid your debt to society.  The mistakes you made has cost you a great deal. The one thing you didn’t want to lose was family.  But by the time you realize that you never had one to loose.  The pain and scares are already there.  Everyday waking up knowing no one cares or loves you anymore just because you couldn’t be prefect in everyone’s eyes.  

So what do you do when you get tired of praying for their forgiveness and love for you to come back?  You look yourself in the mirror and say I’m strong enough to let go and make peace with all your mistakes.  Even when the memories come back to try and haunt you.  All do you is shed one single teardrop and say goodbye to every bad and painful memory.  Becoming a stronger and even more beautiful person that the world will eventually love.

here mid the ripest, rawest thoughts

we touch the silk smooth skin of

luscious fruited feasts to come



my feet are barely placed to dance

such mischief needs in teasing taste -

that call of honeyed saffron sway



breeze blows the heady mix of

man and mate, full awed of now

on bed daubed sweet in midnight's stir



the blade awaits its stealthy move,

soft sighs, then powders space to dust

and, sighing low, we start to melt



our table set and scented tallow lit

stars gasp full argent paused applause,

we wait, anticipate.. and eat yet more

I have never seen such a love,
As that of the mountains and the sky,
Every day sharing wet kisses,
Of mist, snow, rain, clouds,
The sky combing gently,
Through the mountain's pine tree hair,
And the mountains forever outstretched,
Reaching up,
Waiting for the moment when the two,
Lost lovers finally collide.