How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

It's summer and time for wandering...

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

Sometimes love can mean letting go and loving each other from a distance. Maybe that's what you're feeling?

Jazz was my first love.

...the larger world lay not across oceans but within the human mind and heart.

Just when you think you know something, it gets turned around and challenged in some way. But those changes are welcome because you end up learning more.

Because of the nature of Moore's law, anything that an extremely clever graphics programmer can do at one point can be replicated by a merely competent programmer some number of years later.

I grew up and still didn't know what it meant to be a man.

In society, one doesn't tell the truth, one tells the exact opposite.

Whatever I think, whatever I try to do, life might just turn around and... and hitch up its pants and throw me a twenty-dollar bill.

Many need no other provocation to enmity than that they find themselves excelled.

Those who sit perfectly physically usually take more time to obtain the true way of Zen.