A world without poetry is beyond imagination
Expectations, great and small - This is the stuff of nightmares.
Love is all there is. To utter the thought there might be more is a mortal sin.
Unwrap the soul, peel back the layers of love and you will find the truth, only love.
A broken heart is laced with devastation and inspiration. The lacerations become valleys of fertile words affording poets the opportunity to adorn them and plant them on the papers of life that the discerning and inquiring eye/I may see more clearly.
There are callings. There are misguided dreams and there are destinies. They all whisper in the same voice. The wise man discerns the different intonations.
Love is not dead that dies again
Absence makes not the heart grow fonder; Absence makes the heart go yonder.
A playboy searches for that which he cannot find in his heart; that which he has lost in his soul. It is a great tragedy performed by a poor player.
We walk step by step. The wise man heeds the silence of the space between steps.