The Poet Enters

What good are powerful words with no one to hear? What good is common sense with no one to care? How can you build a world, while tearing it down? Why tell someone a dangerous path, is really sound? Why twist the words, and state that you are strong; When reality shows that the expressed words are wrong?

No one can force you to listen, nor to learn; but understand, neither will anyone need to explain how your life got messed up.

Relationships tend to go through their changes; but they always require your involvement and intervention.

What happens when you finally locate the real facts, then told to just believe and express your gut feelings which are contrary to truth?

Often, you are only as great as your last moment; what were you doing a moment ago?

Each day we take a breath and begin with a rise. We try to capture the day, and all that we surmise.

Sometimes people just don't understand; sometimes, they choose not to understand.

I often wonder what holds my world together; it's the people in it, and how I treat them.

There are times when we need to separate our feelings from our understanding; and that just happens to be most times.