Opportunity

Nobody likes getting old,
But few pass up the opportunity

Artist

I am the artist
of my life.




Giving meaning to emotions,
Sights and smells
And memories.

Feeling vibes
of all the sadness.
There's much work to balance me.

Make decisions
at the crossroads.
Forks are opportunities.

Yes, I am the artist
of my life.
I have a hand
in what will be, will be.

Love

If you say you love me,
is that love?
Can love be created just like that?
Suppose I don't want it;
does it disappear?
Does it hang in the air
forever, like a spell, or,
until the molecules of love
thin out, disperse,
and recycle,
like the atoms in our bodies?

Joy

Problems and Solutions

LOVE

LOVE

You get it by giving.

How is that possible?
Is this a paradox?
A trick question?
Suppose I give,
and nothing comes back?
Am I a fool?

The giving is the getting.
Shut up and be satisfied!

Let go

Life is always
passing you by:
you can not run
as fast
as the water flows.
Let go;
stay away from the river.