The Poet Enters

The night is warm but there is a chill in the air. We put on a brave face; yet we are all quite aware. Fright and horror are just around every little bend. Every new step, is a beginning, or maybe the end.   In a little while everything will be just fine, and safe. We just need to hold on, until we arrive at that place.

When provided a chance, everyone provides for their family. When the opportunity is yours, you are called selfish; what's the difference?

Most of the time, we are, where we are physically located; but, every so often, some of us, are located in a totally separate reality.

All decisions have a cost; let's just hope that we can always afford the price.

Fun shouldn't be a dream; however, neither should stress, suffering, and pain be the reality.

If everyone had a real idea about what life could be, maybe more people would seek that goal; or, stop blocking the path.

The only way to become triumphant in epic battle, you have to be willing to fight that battle. Just be aware of the shadow of epic defeat; is this the battle that you need to be in?

There should be a place where you are recognized, for who you are, and your talents. But I seems to live in a reality, which can offer no more, than shallow compliments.

You can't control and manipulate everyone you meet; unless you are very, very persistent.