The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.