A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart.
Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most.
Sometimes the wind will take you, or sometimes the wind will carry you.
Feelings could override facts, as facts could alter feelings. Choose the truth first, rather than following after feelings.
The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.
There are those laughing their way to hell; and those, crying themselves to heaven.
Today I seen a dove collide into the sunset, on the way to heaven and a ruined raven chewing on death, over the pavement.
For your every tear, know that I’ll always be here. To bare one pain we both will share, know I’ll never disappear.
When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.
Children don’t understand, when things aren’t given. The single parent struggling to provide; how they sacrifice themselves, by sweeping their dreams and goals under the table, just to bring bread and beans on the table.
Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.
I’m not sure what is worse, a closed mind or a closed book.
You can see Heaven, if you just close your eyes.
I heard death had a name, but I forgot what it was.
The only fear that builds character, is the fear of God.
Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the other’s skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.
The rich eat life, the poor eat death; so what is the problem they ask?
Why when people are on their deathbed, they finally come to terms with life?
Money can’t buy love, but money can reprove one’s care, especially when there is little to give in its efforts to help.
I guess it’s better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.
All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love.