in the working of my mind there is a glitch it gets hung up on chance after chance after chance sometimes i just want someone to ask me to dance and i stand there and stand there waiting for the music to play and it never does all i hear…

there is art in life the genius of nature the ingenuity of women and men the gentle cry of a new born babe and there is mystery we are urged to unravel our lives to see what is and to hold it sacred the spider spinning her web the bird’s…

i think i’ll take a ride on the other side of is a trailer of what might be i will roll down the windows and smell the sea i will let joni serenade me with puffs of clouds and both sides now i will worry what will happen to me …

there is a sadness there is a grief there is a loneliness we feel so incomplete we surround ourselves with people we often where a mask we feel uncomfortable saying maybe just maybe my life someday might begin at last we wait for fall we look for spring we watch…

maybe we travel through the world almost blind maybe we see continual stories in our heads stories that no one else sees and so we search for someone who maybe experiences the same but no one else in the world sees exactly what we do except the very rare few …

i said go slightly east then head north he stared at me blankly and said are you not west of me and i said no south i believe and he smiled and said i see i looked at the twinkling stars looked for his eyes in the dazzling glow everything…

landscapes sometimes i want to live by the marsh a brisk walk from the sea to listen as the tides visit me the rhythm of the coming and the going would keep me feeling so truly alive endlessly sometimes i want to look out my window and see clouds the blue …

there is a soul

we will never know the who and why of the rose the unforgettable peace in love the artist of the sunrise the fluency of the oboe the longing of what is not and the breaking of our hearts we only feel what society paints for us as true as real …