“Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something.”
“Those who tell the stories rule society.”
“There are three classes of men; lovers of wisdom, lovers of honor, and lovers of gain.”
“The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings”
“There are two things a person should never be angry at, what they can help, and what they cannot.”
Just a thought.

just observing from
my particular viewpoint how
the clouds outline is much like
a tree's

of the anima and animus
co-exist

the down is
all I got
and the up so far away
no matter how I reach it escapes
then pause,

I think,
of the middle ground
how that is where I can
build my home make strong
the

core  
strong foundation
I suspect concrete enough
to face the fall with steps
to climb
should I recede again

there I build on center hill
dig down a wide rock base
lay my blocks straight as
stars that shine
light straight to
me through all the
dark

the basis of my
eternity
my base

If someone's got a problem with me
They can stand by and watch
They can even bark a few words
But girl
You best be knowing imma walk past em'
Because I am on my own runway show
And don't have time to stop
For those with bad fashion taste

He is
Collected
He is
Funny
He is
A natural wit
He is
Quirky
He is
Respectful
He is
A gentleman
He is
Engaging
He is
Acknowledging
He is
Spiritual
He is
Smart
He is
Proactive
He is
Responsible
He is
Entertaining
He is
Someone you can stay up until 3 am with
He is
Someone you can have endless laughs with
He is
A boy who has seamlessly walked into my life
And I am incredibly grateful for it

The dusk sets its hasty way
On the bricks and alleyways
where gypsies are endowed
smoking, trashing and fly tipping
Cursing, gossiping and fighting
and it all passes like an oasis
as a monster evades time
as the scorched leaves greet
after all those year and seasons
The tree by the window has grown
having seen misery and laughter
drunken nights and loving days
****** dates and eventual transitions
The burden of truth, it caught my eyes
Captured the barrenness of my soul
it thirsts for a far away distance
those reachable mountains of fortune
It hungers for an embrace full of life
outgrowing the space by the window
tearing the netted curtained screen
Every time I see the that tree
I giggle and then smile a little bit more
as if captured by an angelic love