Don’t let someone keep putting out the flame God keeps re-lighting, we all have a purpose. As a wing to a bird. As wind that goes the destiny over the sea.

A tongue is about the size of a bullet, but much more fierce and powerful.

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

Envy, is Pride’s greatest Fear.

Love will commit, or love will commit suicide.

Trying to change someone, and their views, is like throwing paper into a fire.

Let me be me, or let me be.

We are soon approaching a refined holiday, “Merry Mas,” where Christ will be taken out of its context.

Death takes in many people, but still lives alone.

People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writer, who strangles words from dictionaries, and feeds on the decay of poetry.

Manny has swung with many men, but many men never seen Manny’s blissful swing.

We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but...

My love, my love, is a flame in the dark covered in glass. So glowingly beautiful to others on the outside, while slowly suffocating inside.

When you put fear behind the wheel, you’re bound to crash, but when you drive in faith the ride will be rough, but preceding into a journey of your lifetime.

Zero is the number people often feel, more so than one.

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.

To save face, it’s better not to ask sex from the ex, but to give everything the axe.

When it’s all said and done, I hope to die with a smile on my face.

They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.

All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love.

If freedom rings, then bondage bombs.

May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven.

There is no pride when it comes to survival, only determination.

If you devote yourself to God, then He in turn will continually stay with you, as an eternal candle flame stays with a wick, feeding off the overflow of wax; yet reshaping into something better.

Paranoia is at most annoying!

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

One can talk good and shower down roses, but it’s the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

The heart fools the mind, where eyes went deaf to words, that fell on blinded ears to easy to fall in love.

Words will only ruin you, if you allow them.

Don’t try to be the missing key in my life, and I won’t be the unmatched lock, that doesn’t let you in.

Hate will only eat the truth, then spit out a lie.

Love can either be your greatest companion or your worst enemy, depending on your pride to accept or deny things.

When a blind man says, ‘God is good,’ this should be an eye-opener to those who can see.

Distrust is like a vicious fire that keeps going and going, even put out, it will reignite itself, devouring the good with the bad, and still feeding on empty.

Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.

I wish I had more breaks in life, rather than life breaking me.

Though people are laughing at the dirt surrounding you, they are missing to see the seeds also planted, growing silently within.

The thing I miss most from home, is having a home.

As dogs return to their vomit, some men return to their wives.

Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most.

Confidence, is like a belt worn around the waist. Wear it too tight, you come off cocky and arrogant, wear it too loose, you come off timid and a walk over, but wear it fit...

There is always time to die, but never time to live.

The fears we keep alive, will be a recurring haunt until it dies, or we do.

It’s not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh.

Real friends, are really hard to come by.

Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.

Words of war, on a piece of paper. Where peace is torn off, crumbled and toss in the waste basket.

God may not give that instant dollar bill your seeking, but it’s in the little change He brings, that will add to a dollar.