Am a rusty barbwire, twisted together, knotted into a ball of fear.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the...
The highway of grace will get you somewhere a whole lot faster then the freeway of spite.
My intellect is so limited, Lord, that I can only trust in You to preserve me as I should be.
If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.
Death is just the birth of yet another odyssey.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
If you follow the ancient maps written on the stars, no person will ever understand you. So if you could read these maps, would you follow them? And forever be misunderstood? Or would you close your e...