Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?

Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.

If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?

Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.

Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?

Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?

As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ☕️

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me, your poetry.

Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.

If any of the socialist chiefs had tried to earn his living by selling hot dogs, he would have learned something about the sovereignty of the consumers.

All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

Writing was my first occupation, begun at age 23.

I hate to cook and love to eat.

I am no longer going to become a fictional character to please people. That's too much work.

Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.

I get more tired by travelling than anything.

A runner's stride is not perfectly efficient.

The perfect man of old looked after himself first before looking to help others.