I complain a lot, I know. That doesn’t mean I’m not grateful. It just means that my expectations have not been met.

Strangers I have befriended are like blood to me and the blood I once shared trickles with the rain, the drain pipes and the sewers.

Clocks on the mantle, motionless and silent. Photographs are in pieces.

My heart is pumping and my brain is jumping. Like the frogs by the river rushing.

I write words, thoughts in confessions. Forgive me for the choices.
I am only a man, you see?

I’m opinionated but I promise I am all for love, I just have a habit of talking too much or not at all.

Summer races by like the train stations through the dirty windows.

Children playing, trusting that us grown-ups know what’s best. Oh we dropped the ball so many times it’s rolled down the curb into the sewer.

Hatred is cancer, how many times must we scream that love is the only answer?

Charity given should never be in exchange for a plaque or power. Honor thy parents by making people happy, feeding the hungry and sheltering the homeless.

You don’t have to agree, but you must learn to accept that not everyone shares your beliefs.

Peace will come when we all stop pointing fingers in anger.

We must learn to be able to see the difference between murder and self defense. It’s simple math. Freedom and equality is good. Captivity and inequality is bad. Get it?

Throughout the world there are countless religions and beliefs, if you look closely you will find we all dream of the same things. It’s not an impossible dream, Peace, love and understanding.