worked with my hands today...and let my thoughts run free...
happy with the box I built...and all the memories.

busy hands...my thinker chuggin'...I dreamt of days gone by...
when as a boy, I watched my grandpa, hang his head and cry.

why the tears, I asked him...I'd never seen him cry...
he looked at me with sadness...still, a twinkle in his eye.

I'm old and gray, and soon the day, will come when I'll be gone...
I wish I knew the words to say, to help you always get along.

But living life, I've learned that lessons, are not simply taught...
you'll live the lessons, as you grow...it's what you give, not what you've got.

in giving, you'll be living, the best that you can be...
and I'll be waitin', just for you, beyond that western sea.

now grandpa's gone, and grandma...I've lived and learned it too,
and found that in the giving...I've been blessed for sure, it's true.

misty mountains, shadowed travelers, walk the trails alone...
searching for the recipe, that melts a heart of stone.

shattered dreams, and broken lives, strewn on the valley floor...
on the mountain top, the sun is gleaming, leading to the door.

the door that only you can enter...no one else can pass...
the door into tomorrow, the door's a looking glass.

you and I, are our tomorrow, we are one you see...
for when you're looking back at you...it's me and we, you see.

beautiful

well done

shadowed faces...silent dreams...
burning desires, and hope it seems.

reaching out...and reaching back...
touching hearts, take up the slack.

dreams awake to sparkling dew...
desires fulfilled with someone new.

morning dew glistens in the rising sun
spotted fawn stumbles, as she tries to run.

mama gently nudges, and guides her to feed,
this unions' the answer, for a world deep in need.

the miracle that is..."mother and child"...
is perhaps the last hope, for this planet gone wild.

no greed or hatred, or war could abound...
if "mother and child love", in all hearts could be found.

fragile maybe...while darkness sways...
healing will come...with the suns warm rays.

pretty? for sure...but your real beauty's inside,
with healing you'll glow with a light you can't hide.

already...you're shining inspiration for me...
soon... you'll be shining...for the whole world to see.

really good

memories of yesterday...dreams for tomorrow

not fair...lucky you!

you can do it...bet you did, hope all is well...leave nothing hid...you share your love, and thats a fact...see tomorrow, don't look back...thank you, for being you

don't hide your light...let "you" shine forth for all to see..."you are beautiful!

you are such a special lady...may your day be brightened...and love find you smiling

love you all, thank you for always being here with caring and love...

yesterday...yesterday I met someone from my past, and they still knew me by my actions of long ago, how saddened I was to be reminded of the awful things I did back then, how sad it is that no matter how many changes one makes in their life, seems we are only remembered for the bad things, begins to feel as if it's almost no use...ya know...
hopes...dreams...yesterdays mistakes, overtake them all... it seems

& cologne

that is great, and you are too