be……….. your own valentine don’t let a day of hearts & flowers turn you sour be your own valentine pour a glass of wine put your feet up dust your mind of clutter fill it with elements of smiles joy take the time to dismiss the outside
survival in a desolate state of mind the only cure abandoning the multitude of thoughts that seem be be a constant flow hoping the tide will drag them out to sea leaving one on this empty beach with merely one thought survival like that pier it has
quest sunlight lit the sky waking the horizon casting shadows on what once was a new day filled with anticipation ready yourself for exploration don’t waste time packing a bag open your mind let truth find its way survey probe quest for genuineness
BG this thanksgiving this year a foodless feast plates filled with gratitude rather than gravy it doesn’t matter what faith you are let’s say a prayer of thanks receiving is easy but it’s the giving that blesses us seeking to help
Clarabell a long …………….long ………………….time ago in a land of make-up and make-believe when little girls with long curls dressed up in mothers’ old gowns and high-heeled shoes pouring imaginary tea for sisters, friends and teddy bears when brother Johnny rode his bike to
cast in stone the message wasn’t heard there was an air of defiance in the blank stare leaving a past that felt like boulders blocking each & every positive conclusion looking beyond the present for it seemed frozen in time the air did
