Mother Theresa

We the unwilling

Led by the unknowing

are doing the impossiable

for the ungrateful, will have

done so much, with so little

for so long, we are now

qualified to do anything 

with nothing!

A Young Mans Heart

Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
Look into my soul, do not fear me
look into my situation, do not pity me
Look even closer, I am your brother
Look past the dark skin, look past the glasses
the funny hair cut, Look underneath the skin
and what do you see? It's the spitting image
of yourself isn't it?
No matter your skin color, no matter your
beliefs, or culture, no matter your size
 no matter how rich or poor
we are equal!

The Poet

His poetry is amazing
he writes with a style
all his own, never
repeating others words.
His mind goes and the
words flow as if his
fingers are writing on
there own, maybe from
a memory or a time in
his life with a certain aura
poems come day or night
thoughts from the unconscious
mind, just a pen and paper
and begin within.

Learning

The more you learn
the more you find
you do not know,
each new thing you
learn will lead you
to another, and another,
and so on.
The more you uncover
the more remains hidden.
The more knowledgeable
aren't always the most
talkative, could it be
because they listen,,,,

Take Time

Going along in the
journey of life
that we all take
don't forget to
take the scenic
route

Silence can be deafening

Springtime In The Desert

Wildflowers, grasses and shrubs
burst their heads up towards the
desert's warm sun, making quite a
show in the process. Bright yellow,
deep lavender, pail pink, striking
magenta, cornflower blue and pearl
white are just some of the vibrant
colors to decorate the endless beige
carpet of sand. Welcome to springtime
in the dessert, a surprisingly colorful
time of the year.

Beauty

Everyday I discover beauty
and endless possibilities, I
find purpose when I surrender,
creativity completes me.

Close Your Eyes And Go Back

Go back before Internet, cell phones,
summer nights with windows open,
climbing trees and being tired from
playing. Sleep overs and pillow fights,
having more than one best friend.
Your first kiss, class field trips.
Catching fireflies and drinking
kool aid, the drink of choice.
A quarter went a long way,
water balloons were the weapon
of choice.
That era has slowly passed as
those who lived it are passing
slowly also.
We went from the radio to
the stars..

Artists

No two artists are alike,
like snowflakes, they gather
each piece of knowledge,
emotion, pain, sorrow, joy,
there hopes and there dreams
as they are forming. What
finally bursts free is a work of
art it's self

Desert Haiku

Walk a desert path
no care of destination
I'm already there