Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

It's summer and time for wandering...

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

To view the opposition as dangerous is to misunderstand the basic concepts of democracy. To oppress the opposition is to assault the very foundation of democracy.

If liberals think they are losing elections because of the conservative bias in the media, they may as well give up right now.

Narrative prose is a legal wife, while drama is a posturing, boisterous, cheeky and wearisome mistress.

Ignorance has always been the weapon of tyrants; enlightenment the salvation of the free.

A statesman is any politician it's considered safe to name a school after.

Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.

If we do not know who the customer is, we do not know what quality is.

When you need empathy, you cannot give empathy.

I'm kinda tired. I was up all night trying to round off infinity. Then I got bored and went out and painted passing lines on curved roads.

All my friends from my past would know me as Scott Diggs. Taye Diggs comes from Scott-taye. When I went to college I liked it because it was so different and I have an infatuation with nicknames.