loyalty. love. support. family then fame.

we claim our actions by our intentions, yet a person is truly known, and truly loved by their actions. I answered the phone in a time of need. I listened and gave all the time that was needed. they then said thank you, I love you.

a good friend once told me, "you look way cooler than you are."

he sat back, smiled and shook his head. he knew I was in the driver seat of a car fast off the tracks.

today, we lived like kings

Defeated and broken. There's sadness behind their eyes. Hard worked. to the bone. They've put in the time, the work. They're hurt and used. Each one distracted. Contently engaged in a place other than here. The very few that are bubbling above the fill line are on a different frequency. They are more appropriate here, but don't belong. Independently alone. Hopeful destinations. The empty glasses will be filled upon arrival. I hope. Not for most. But definitely for some. We just don't wear it on our faces.

the members of an orchestra sound of chaos and dysfunction.
but when conducted into a symphony, the same chaotic jumble is the most beautiful sound in the world.

For a potter does not water the seeds, he simply eats the food.

Contextually framed, yet never claiming blame,
amongst those that have molded the clay.
It begins to take shape of what the Maker demands,
and then, it is formed.
Forever remaining the same.
The same precious piece so carefully and patiently made.
Hardened and stiff,
maintaining the mold and shape forever.
It is stone.
Its only potential to be shifted and altered,
smash and break.
Destroy what was so specifically placed together.
Build up a new foundation
piece by piece,
it becomes new.
And yet,
still beautiful.