The moon blows kisses to the evening primrose

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

We overcome the world because God is our shield and protection

Lead with honesty, total integrity, compassion, patience and tolerance — toward yourself!

In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.

Never trust a man in a jumpsuit

While I was watching you, exotic words drifted across the mirror of my mind as summer clouds drift across the sky.

What people do behind closed doors is certainly not my concern unless I'm there with them.

The more that you are being your ideas, the less human you are. The deeper your realization, being in your heart, the more of your humanness you come into.

The golden age has not passed; it lies in the future.

I truly believe that I have been given a second chance at life. I never expected the results I have had.

Relentless Forward Motion!