Nothing gold can stay.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew

Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.