love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

So it's over I guess they are in love or do they just think it huh.

We are destroying all esthetic standards in the name of social justice.

every end should be followed by great new beginning

In my view, the gospels are true, not historically, but theologically, or, as I would argue, prophetically! What we have is, the Messiah’s history written in advance in story form.

Silence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.

I count this thing to be grandly true: That a noble deed is a step toward God.

When you're young, everything seems like a romance. At 96, I can still feel romantic about publishing young unknown writers.

We ought to regard amiability as the quality of woman, dignity that of man.

When you raise taxes on small business, from 35% to 40%, you will kill jobs.