for every joy
there is a sorrow

for every pleasure
there is a pain

for every tear shed
there must be some joy

for every ending

I sit
and smile
and think of her

and wonder if she thinks of me

and she does

I’m quiet in happiness.
I keep my joy to myself,
shared only with those near and dear to me.
Frequently the only postings you’ll find here are when I’m having a down or cold moment in my life.
Or an inspiration.
So if you don’t hear from me in a while
then everything’s fine.
Unless I was hit by a bus.

You better watch out, y’all. I’m hunting vampires today. My own, others’, it doesn’t matter. I am on a quest.

sometimes
when you feel too much
you don’t want to feel
at all

sometimes
when your heart runs deep
you can understand
too much

sometimes
when you sing a song
you can help your heart
to heal

sometimes
when you say not now
you will say goodbye
for good

sometimes
when a hope seems far
you must meet it
part way there

sometimes

…he’d be a man. Here’s the only proof I need:

Let’s just assume for this argument that god has a will and created mankind. Take a look at a man, then take a look at a fine woman and tell me she ain’t the greatest thing on Earth.

I rest my case.

Someone should tell those TV networks that those little video animation promos that they stick on the lower third of the screen to announce new episodes of shows are REALLY ANNOYING—especially the ones that come with sound effects.

So KNOCK IT OFF already!

…I’d have a bottle of glue.