I’ve learned not to fall for the beautiful souls
That beckon but never reach
That knock on your door but never breach
That learn but never teach

It’s not in the cards of life’s unshuffled deck
I’d rather find another than keep
I’d rather not feel than weep
I’d rather daydream than sleep

Experience is the artisan of wisdom

Time is the costliest therapist.

Adaptability is the highest virtue of evolution.

Truth abides in the seeker.

Greatness is the purposeful accumulation of the mundane.

Wisdom is a basket woven from the inane.

Discomfort is the seed of growth.

Science is the art of quantification.
Art is the science of unquantifiable expression.

Time is the rations of life.

Marry fear; courage and achievement are her offspring.

Misfortune is a chain to the fool, but a **** to the wise.

A wicked blighted power
Commonly called “hate”
Broods deep below the surface
Latent – it stagnates

And when at last it rises
From a heart of ashen cold
It breaks the bonds of brotherhood
And foolish men, makes bold

Like cracked and shattered glass
Collected and combined
Then thrown into the sky
And rained upon mankind

It cuts straight to the heart
And stains the spotless soul
In a ****** vengeful rending
A harsh collected toll

The only thing love ever killed
Was love’s antithesis
And all its evil relatives
Removing all the darkness

Those acrid vengeful vices
Expansive in their scale
At last have finally ended
Love – their coffin’s final nail

If I wanted to live in España

I’d buy a quaint little cabana

I’d visit for summer

Make love to my lover

Quién se llama Susanna

Violence is no medicine for anger

Revenge is no food for the soul

Vice crucifies on an obsidian cross

And consumes your humanity whole

Love is a dangerous vulnerability
Love is grievous crime
Love is the salt in the wounds of broken hearts
But at times love is sublime

I feel my heart escaping
The great love-beast released
Within my chest it twists and turns
At last the pulses ceased

A colossal shipwreck of matter and mind
The end of heart and heartbeat
But a phoenix will rise from the ashes
And burn with unquenchable heat

Seconds pass
Like hours
When you miss your lover
Days pass
Like years
When you think of her