Some parts of life are lived in the shadows where the only sunlight you feel is the light you pray for.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

But can one actually see beauty with eyes blurred by the lack of almost everything a human being needs?

I was just teasing, " I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world.

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

Very unfortunately, she had no husband. She had never had a husband, and therefore did not kill a husband.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

I can't control my own income, I can't control my own destiny, I can't even control my own farm if I'm a farmer. This is not going to last.

No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong.

The poet will not be satisfied with recording, the poet will have to transform.

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Our government makes the simple promise of a secure retirement to every American who works for many years and contributes to our retirement benefit system.