I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I was bald.
There is coming a day, when freedom will just be a essence of the mind, an inner dwelling that was once physically attainable. They will tell you where you can live, and what you can wear and drive, what and how much you can eat and drink, and how to...
Who said death is dead? He's fully alive, traveling around the world, throwing shadows and soaking in the sun. Visiting the young and old; placing bets and dicing regrets, for the worse or a better off place.
The fears we keep alive, will be a recurring haunt until it dies, or we do.
We watch the sky, we watch it alive and we watch it die, looking for signs. We live like wind, with hope in wings that we will get there, never sooner or never later, but at a right time.
Death takes in many people, but still lives alone.
The lonely people have taught me, that I am not alone.
Everyone has their own calling, but not everyone is looking for the phone, or either they missed the call, or just not answered it.
The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.
The American flag doesn't give her glory on a peaceful, calm day. It's when the winds pick up and become boisterous, do we see her strength. When she unfolds her hand, and shows her frayed fingers, where we see the stretch of red-blood lines of man t...
We are soon approaching a refined holiday, "Merry Mas," where Christ will be taken out of its context.
Live for your country, die to yourself; live for yourself, die to your country.
I don't know what's worse by number in America, the vacant houses standing, or the homeless people falling into them.
Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.
To ease the pain, erase the anger.
Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.
Sometimes we need to see the bad side, to appreciate the good side.
It's better to find success through God, than finding it on one's own merits; some who usually find their own success become boastful, where through God it's with gratitude.
Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground and rots, never finding appreciation in the taste...
May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven.
There are people that will settle for nothing, people that will fight for something, and those that are fooled striving to have everything.
