Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Arrow

Use words with care, arrows shot complacently can damage hearts as well as minds.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Embarassed

Embarassment is the naked ego that I myself undressed. 

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Silence

Often ignored, silence is usually the loudest of noises.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Blindfold

When the blindfold of fear engulfs us, the other four senses make up fictional accounts of reality...

Friday, March 26, 2010

The Beacon

When intuition beckons, pay not attention to the beacon of fear instead as a message to take action now and disperse ominous clouds.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Fantasy

When fantasy becomes reality, it rarely lives up to the what the mind has conjured up.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Division

Division rarely works as a problem solver; it only fractionalizes the real solution.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

It's a Crying Shame

A woman asked me why do men yell at the TV screen when they watch sports? I told her it's because they can't cry. 

Friday, March 19, 2010

The Orange Peel

Sometimes I think I have squeezed the orange peel dry and then life brings me it’s own squirts.

Botanist


I am a botanist in my garden of words.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Keyhole

People see us through their keyholes. We live in wide screen and dolby.  They see us in black and white, we live in HD technicolor.  They hear us in mono with one speaker and are tone deaf and claim to know us in 5 octaves.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Emotion

I will pleasure you in the skin but penetrate you with my emotion.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sand Paper

The color of the skin can never tell you just how intelligent anyone is, but it can tell us how stupid we have become.  Sometimes the richer the color the smoother the texture but when we show our sand paper we feel the rough edge of an unkind heart.  

Monday, March 15, 2010

Bologna

My ideas may be fresh, but sometimes they are bologna.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Man Up

Man-up.  The latest psycho babble phrase that tries to confuse modern man. Not only does he have to be sensitive and forgiving but now he has to go back to old stereotypes because someone wants him to role play the gender he was emasculated from, simply because its convenient for the other.  Well guess what you can’t have it both ways.

Imagination

Bring me imagination and I will give you words that sparkle and shine.

Patience and Ego

I never gave consideration to the idea that by trying to be patient that I was being egotistical, but I was.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Gossip

          Gossip is the betrayal of intimacy of a very personal nature attached with lies of distortion.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Unspoken

Speak the unspoken its on their minds anyway.

Speak the unspoken from the heart and it will always be the right thing to say.
The right thing to say may not be what they want to hear, but just give it time they will listen.
And when you have them listening, they will finally hear you.
And when they finally hear you, they will realize you are speaking to them not just wanting to hear your self talk. 

Vandals

Don't take too much pride in anything you do and you won't feel the pain when someone vandalizes it. 

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Psychic Debris

The gathering in my energy storm is not a tropical depression you can follow on a weather chart.  However, it is moving across my country picking up psychic debris forming impressions without words and waiting for the last possible moment for me to understand what it is.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Murphy Bed

The Murphy bed left monsters under the bed no place to hide.

The Written Word

The written word has the tremendous power of not having to be seen by anyone else except the writer.  It releases emotions when they really need to leave our body.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

I Talk Too Much

When I talk too much, I always get pulled down a side street too far and forget the main street I intended to stay on.

Paranoia II


Paranoia was my own imagination gone mad leaving me each day for dead only to revive me the next  with yet another heart pumping tale of terror.  He was the boy who cried wolf but unlike the fable I believed all his portents of danger each and every time. As I look back on those times it never occurred to me how I could escape my Tower of London torture.  Although it lay there always within arms reach.  I just needed to put down the drink.  Paranoia was my only friend back then and boy I don’t miss him.  

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Hot Air

The drama is out of it like a deflated balloon and the hole in it keeps it from being filled up again with the same old hot air.
 

Thursday, March 4, 2010

The Internet

The Internet manipulates part of your anatomy that you are just not used to have being touched.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Fear

Fear leaves us naked with all our clothes in the washing machine.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Enthusiasm

Enthusiasm can light any match just be sure you close the cover before striking.