Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Light Wins

Just as darkness is patient, so must Light be also.


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Under the Comforter

On the outside she's deep. On the inside she's raw. On the outside, she tells you what she knows. On the inside, she tells you what she thinks. On the outside, she praises, but on the inside she worships. On the outside she's armored, but on the inside she takes it apart. On the outside it's tricky, but on the inside its simplified. On the outside she'll fall, but on the inside she's caught.

It's no wonder then why they desired to be on the inside.


Flat Paint

She tried to erase her crosses, but the oil had been absorbed. She was surrounded by the presence. It was deep beneath the paint on her walls. There she remained anointed.


Man Who Brings Light

If ever she's in a dark spot, he'll come by. If ever she can't be seen, he shows up.
if ever she steps out of her glorious light, he'll be there.



Arise; they're looking for you. Arise; they're waiting for you. Arise; they're hoping for you. Arise, they're coming for you. Arise; they're dancing for you. Arise; they're talking to you. Arise!

Arise and see for yourself. Arise and show yourself. Arise with hope for yourself. Arise and come to yourself. Arise and dance yourself. Arise! Arise and speak for yourself.



In the Shadows

In the shadows of the stairwell, listen for the clamor. It is there in view of the lake, that dogs will need walking, ducks will need bathing, legs will need stretching, and cigars will need airing. Listen for the clamor.  It is there in the shade, where mysteries will be revealed.


Sunday, March 19, 2017

Go Full

Go full; lest you lose your birthright to succeed in hell.


There Are Times...

There are times she sees and ignores; there are times she sees, and confronts what she sees. There are times she sees and writes a description, and there are times she sees and still goes to sleep. Still, there are times she sees as they go by, but mostly there are times that sees her as she passes by. In the end, something was always moving; either the eyes, the time, or she herself.



Two roads may appear parallel, but where the gap widens; the roads proves to be unparalleled.


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

If It Works

If it works by itself, it stands alone. If it works in succession, it's a storyline. If it works in multiple contexts, it's wisdom.


Thursday, March 9, 2017


Sometimes the ball is thrown while you're fixing the leg of your pants, but swing anyway; you just might hit it.


Saturday, March 4, 2017

Under the Wig

She asked me if my hair was thin. I said no. My hair is like wool. She then asked, do you always speak about church? At first I was lost. Then I remembered. Yeah, know thyself.



Part science, part hueman.


Thursday, March 2, 2017


Don't get so spent contesting the man made storms, that you have nothing to offer the real giants.


Wednesday, March 1, 2017