life's book
begins with
a new book smell
chrisp clean paper
with sharp edges
but soon enough
a few dog ears form
some for good
some bad
and a crease or two
a doodle in the margin
of a first love
pictures
of travels far
first cars
birthday cakes
and love mistakes
pages turn
much easier now
yellowing cracked
and faded
binding weak
the story unfinished
yours....mine
for we realize
only others
can read
"THE END"

the fuel of my heart is the simple touch of your hand and the mileage i get from a hug is amazing

The alarm clock and the wall clock and the watch all attempt to tell me what time it is...but it is always NOW

a new approach
for the thousandth time
no more mister nice guy
i tell myself with confidence
and then my love of people
washes over the emotions
and my goofy self returns
like an old familiar friend

I will have
  no worries
    no pains
      no mistrusts
        no anxieties
          no problems
        the day after
      I die

God is the world's radio station, Jesus is the deejay, and the Holy Spirit is the frequency, tune in and be blessed

you never see it coming when those feelings lock on and hit your heart like a love missile and blast the pain away, at least for a little while