The heart of a canopy lives inside of an imagination that a mind couldn’t find. We’ve got it all figured out, when we’re dressed in a suit and tie and nearly 6 ft deep.

A distant lover. Is she having an unfailing desire to a lover's lasting promises? Maybe the shattered frame will fall and the picture will break apart no matter how full it seems..

You can cry alone and shout at the moon, but what’s it to ya? A victim is short of a victory, if he doesn’t choose it. Instead of crying until you fall asleep, profess it in a dream.

Was it any given day that made a sermon turn to each kindred soul and speak? It can be that dawn cracks the ages. On occasion, and at most, dawn is plain and dawn completes a new day. To hell, the nay sayers say. But who spawned first, the drug or the addict?

When you dig deep like struggle or keep with self as close as a teat is to a newborn’s tongue, there will be no air left to breathe.

Everyone knows when it’s time to give up, but do you know when it is time to GO?! A simple explanation to finding your WIN!

She doesn’t rest when the sun shines, and the days don’t count her out. One day, one evening, on no particular month, as she was parking her car..she saw a son in the night sky.

Where affordable living meets high-end morality —the cleaner the hospitality; has it costing .25. And that’s only the beginning to why we leave no soldier behind.

With every saying there’s a tale, but I’m no John Henry, Paul Bunyan or a Johnny Appleseed.Though if only to make matters worse, I could fall down a hill with Jack and Jill or climb every beanstalk before Jack has seen. I guess I could just settle for a no good ghost tale of June B. Jones. And the “b” would only stand for believe.

To wonder in the fields, because trying again feels like we might make it this time. And quite there is no destination, however. And yet there are sown touching wonderment in all pathways.