Songs and Poetry From My Heart

BeautySong


I thought I'd sing, a BeautySong,
in the pastel fires of autumn's sunset,
to quell the flames of my regrets.
But regrets are merely wishes gone wrong,
to such an endeavor, I shan't belong.
So the thought progressed, to what could be,
if I gave to others, the good inside me.
I began to sing, a BeautySong.....
With vibrant voice,
harmony abounds by choice,
these words to which we must belong....
Freedom,
Peace,
Compassion,
Love........
This is, The BeautySong
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StoryBook Affair



Why can't love be a storybook affair,
the prince and the princess, magic in the air.
Why can't two hearts beat as one,
each day a new beginning, each day love songs sung.

Yet there's this world in the back of my mind,
and the front of my dreams,
where each day I find, and it always seems,
that when I wake up alone, to face another day,
this house ain't no home....
I need a new place to stay,
I need a new place to stay.

Why can't love be a storybook affair,
the love and the lovers, magic everywhere
like from some black and white movie, in a time of long ago,
where two souls touch truly, and Love's true beauty flows.......

Yet there's this world in the back of my mind,
and the front of my dreams,
where each day I find, that it always seems,
that when I wake up alone, to face another day,
this house ain't no home.....
I need a new place to stay,
I need a new place to stay
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It Feels Good


There's misinterpretations floating through my head,
this thought, that,
am I alive or dead...
Social restrictions try to put my mind to bed.
Stop and go and yes and no,
and what was really said.

Who can tell me, who can know,
where the truth lies at, and what I am to show?
Teach to me and preach to me,
your words are all the same,
you inflict me with your standards,
it's just a silly game.

Hell, no,
no, no more.
I won't stay weak, and I won't stay on the floor,
hey, yo,
I'm out the door,
I just can't take it,
no, no more.
To have a mind, then you choose to use it,
to have a power, with a faith that won't abuse it,
to hear good news,
that's coming through,
with the power to lead you on-a,
back to you

To find your own soul, and the mind to refine it,
to wind up whole, and a spirit to define it,
to live life good,
just like you should,
be all you could,
clear conscience true.

It feels good, finding a second choice,
It feels good, I'm speaking in my own voice
It feels good, I'm getting away from the pain,
It feels good being me again

It feels good, I'm getting away from the past,
It feels good being me at last,
I see it all, with message clear coming through,
I'm standing strong, with a heart that is true,
I know my path, and the things in life I must do,
and it feels good...........
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Looking For God



Everybody goes looking for God....
Each has their own way, each has their own say,
'bout what they believe
Everybody has the right to their own voice,
the right to their own choice,
and the only absolute is what we call "mystery"
If every little secret were known,
the faith would be pointless, love couldn't be shown,
and no hopes be carried out, life's tests remove the doubt,
'bout who's kind, or not,
You can find a lot,
when conscience comes,
and you suffer not in vain,
cause out of the pain, you can find......
one heart,
one reason,
and one mind.....
Everybody goes looking for the truth,
as only life can show it,
life let's you know it,
as only it can,
when you open up your heart,
dear friend
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Star of Love, Shine



I sing to myself, lovesongs in the dark,
the night so alone,
it's always coldest before the dawn....
The sun appears over the horizon like a spark,
lights the day,
I'm on the way to the heart.

Visions you, in promises of two,
here in my silent heart,
(lies) this love of me and you,
so find now this heart,
lying broken in parts,
when ever I wake alone,
first vulnerable, then prone,
to,
shivers from the cold winds of being so far,
from the warmth of the Love Star
As I wait for seasons change,
gentle spring rains,
come lead me back to you,
let your love flow, and shine,
like the Star of Love shines
so shine,
sweet radiant Star of Love, shine,
shine one me

There's a calling to answer,
through reaches of space,
beheld by such beauty,
bring tears to my face,
love lit from heaven,
starlit from above,
come turn my world into a paradise of love that shines,
like the Star of Love shines,
shine,
sweet radiant
Star of Love, shine,
shine on me

And my dreams of you, they hold me through,
as the darkest times are with out you,
as I wait for seasons change,
those gentle spring rains
as I wait for you to come, so I can be done,
then to bask in the rays of the sweet Love Sun,
that shines,
like the Start of Love, just shines,
so shine, sweet radiant Star of Love, shine,
shine on me,
shine on me, shine on me,
shine on me

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“ and I remember………”

I remember….
the tide is out and I’m ready to dig…..
I jump,
watching next the geysers on the flat sands.
I run to them and dig with shovel and-or hands….
Piss clams
I remember…. Matty’s creek and a seine net and killifish and spearing
and my father and I in the dark sulfur egg mud,
as fiddlers danced
hearing gulls, wind, and the breath of my beloved Bayshore
I remember….
Sunday morning going to Ralph’s for a paper,
steering the Country Squire home on my father’s lap,
that left turn, then parking,
before going inside to cut and butter a perfect hardroll,
as a Silly Putty transfer of Dondi or Dick Tracy became distorted
as I pull and pull
before I store it back in the plastic egg….
I remember so well that I am there,
walking in a parade in my Twins uniform,
gray and maroon,
the itchy wool….
the smell of the marsh….
the fire engines and bands and everyone with little American flags waving….
Trick or Treat,
a pillowcase of sweets,
and the Castle…….
It’s 8 O’Clock
and three siren blasts
and I have about 10 minuets to get home,
and I think everyone else is hauling ass as well…..
Norman Rockwell could not paint such perfection,
with colors of characters so warm
The tide came in, like never before,
but my memories can never be washed away……
They stay….
and new ones I never will know are formed,
they are mine
although I have no part in their creation,
because they are formed in shared legacy.
My Borough is my family,
and I remember
“Here we are…. Transitions”
Here we are,
where we are,
not where we’d thought we’d be
Home is where the heart is, they say,
and this now is what we see….
A resident transformed into a neighbor,
a neighbor into a friend,
a friend becoming part of family,
and a family without end……
Here we are,
we’ve come so far,
from those places good and/or bad….
We gather round this time of year to share stories happy and/or sad…
We find our seat at a table, ready for a seasonal feast…
Remembering words said long ago about what ye do unto the least…..
We seat ourselves in good company, are warmed by the meeting of eyes,
they say so much with wordless exchanges, about that which never dies…
We give thanks as we remember, that possessions come and go
but what defines us is so much more than “things”, and to each other show….
Thanks,
for all we have, even nothing,
because when all is lost what remains
is our simple heart, and that’s our home,
and a family that sustains…….
A resident transformed into a neighbor,
a neighbor into a friend,
a friend becoming part of family,
and a family without end……

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“This Same Water”

I was looking at the St. John’s River today,
wide as it is,
and flashed an epiphany of connection….
If I had a boat I could sail to the Raritan Bay,
where Union Beach lives,
if a possible choice this would be my election.
Mapquest says 950 miles,
but through screen, keys, and mouse
I’m there,
so close but yet so far
and my thought of by boat just made me smile,
if life permitted I’d jump in my car……
Another funny thought,
about water and land, surrounded on three sides,
where I once stood and now stand
This same water,
joined as we are,
like the view of the moon, breath of air sight of star….
This same water which shapes the outlines of these states,
slowly constant change destroys and creates.
This same water,
with a thought I am home,
I can see a face through a voice on the phone…
This same water,
yet stronger ties through we bind,
when the worst comes to find us the best do we find…..
This same water against us cannot win,
when it comes to end, we again begin…
I went to see Andrew, homes razed to the ground.
I remember the silence, tears the only sound
I went to Alberto where I saw death,
carried it away,
and the next day was at play.
I went down to Tampa,
Depression number one,
and when twisters hit Jax it wasn’t much fun
I went to the Black Creek, saw what Fay washed away,
and this year came Debby, 25 ft flood stage
I went when I was able and did what I could,
I saw humanity’s wide range from bad to so good…..
and as I looked at the river,
all these thoughts blend, so I know what is lost
and what I must send,
and I watch as so many stand up oh, so proud…
UB tough, Jersey Strong,
the words said so loud
This same water binds us,
when I see it I know, that our best often finds us,
and in waves we grow
This same water,
joined as we are, like the view of the moon,
breath of air sight of star….
This same water which shapes the outlines of these states,
slowly constant change destroys and creates.
This same water,
with a thought I am home,
I can see a face through a voice on the phone…
This same water,
yet stronger ties through we bind,
when the worst comes to find us the best do we find…..
This same water against us cannot win,
when it comes to end, we again begin…
I think of my father and mother every day,
and so much flashes over me in so many ways
I was blessed with love,
I was blessed with freedom,
I was blessed with support, and the power of duty and honor,
and those things which form that,
in the depths of my soul
I ventured out from the shores of my town,
to find the world beyond disillusioned often by the reality of the world,
and the way things are ready to fight
to make the ideal the reality…..
It’s hard to reconcile what is with what should be
in my inexperience of youth I allowed anger to get the best of me
I made mistakes,
went against even my own conscience
unable to accept injustice,
against those who wronged me, taking vengeance,
but vengeance is not justice,
and sometimes answers just don’t come easy
and there is a personal sadness when self reflection clearly sees
the path that could have been
But when those values and morals find their second wind
we come out on the other side
and with new resolve,
if lucky,
learn how to put into practice

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“In My Life’s Story”

I have been a witness to the fury of the storm
and I have been relentless as the coming of the dawn
and I have seen the sunshine break through dark clouds above
and I have known the shades between hatred and true love
and through all these chapters that I’ve written in the book of my life’s story
I’ve seldom fully understood….
the thin line between bad and good….
and the perspective that defines,
shame and glory…..
I have sought to understand what makes a man a man….
and I have been undone by conscience comes, when it gets hard to stand
and I have heard the arguments between emotion, fear, and truth…
and I have made my choices when commotion clearly ruled
and I have stood below above and sometimes above below
and through all the pages that I’ve turned this is what I’ve come to know
the thin line between bad and good…..
can be so easily understood…..
it’s perspective that defines,
what is shame and what is glory….
in my life’s story
In my life’s story…….
oh, the races I have run
In my life’s story…….
I have lost and I have won
In my life’s story…….
If I could stand then I risk to fall
In my life’s story…….
savored the wonder of it all
In my life’s story…….
I have laughed and I have cried
In my life’s story…….
and I will live until I die
In my life’s story…….
I have been a wild child with way too much to say
and now I have a quiet smile, as I turn old, bald and gray……
and I have seen how wisdom comes if allowed to grow
and I have been somehow satisfied with these things I’ve come to know
and I have found this simple truth, you get more when you give
and those who take in selfishness do not know how to live
we each have a pen and have a page and a legacy to leave
and what we write as our own story,
each choice we make….
each act we take….
depends on what we each believe
In my life’s story…….
oh, the races I have run
In my life’s story…….
I have lost and I have won
In my life’s story…….
If I could stand then I risk to fall
In my life’s story…….
savored the wonder of it all
In my life’s story…….
I have laughed and I have cried
In my life’s story…….
and I will live until I die
In my life’s story…….

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“My Union Beach Christmas…….”

Nativity on the mantle, sitting upon cotton “supposed-to-be” snow,
figurines in an surreal life, waiting for Santa in stillness-soft lights, glow
revealing idyllic visions of Yule….. time seems to slow I am a child then,
in this memory, and again, and again… and again………
every time Thanksgiving passes….
especially after the last cold turkey on toast is eaten
and when I hear the first Christmas song on the radio or in a store’s muzak….
my mother taping Christmas cards to the inside of the front door
hanging lights with my father,
Nana’s Apple Scoop….
Dr. Pepper warm with lemon and orange slices
Yes,
Yes I will have a Very Merry Christmas,
and I’m dreaming of a white one as well…
It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas…
and I think I can tell…
People act a little nicer to each other,
more at ease to say “hello”
Christmas lights, cinnamon and spice, holly and mistletoe…
I remember that aluminum tree,
and the color wheel slowly turning green to blue to yellow to red….
so many memories churning….
Uncle Johnnie going all out with decorations,
and yes,
even real chestnuts
Claymation Ruldolph seems just like a friend, and Charlie Brown and Peanuts….
my father enjoyed his cookies and milk, he earned them, every crumb…
and graffiti on window frost,
until vanished by the sun
and waking up early, the mad rush to the tree,
I am a child then, in this memory,
I am a child again, when this season comes around here,
but halfway back to Union Ave and I can hear the sound……..
Union Beach whispers,
in my ear and then again I am a child inside,
and if you listen, you’ll hear…
The Soul of Christmas confide the Secret of the Season
which shines and glistens like lights and tinsel….
and I will listen, and again and again… and again…….
I am a child then

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Train Into The City


Train into the city, destination, the night
Train on tracks of pity, passengers in flight,
train moves to with rhythm, tracks provide the beat
A steel snake that's living,
and all the dead cargo, just sit in their seats

Where will this ticket take me?
Mr. Conductor, please don't you fake me
Where is the last stop?
Tell me!
Tell me!
I gotta get off this train

Passengers on a time machine,
on schedule to the next stop
Perspectives changing with the scenes,
I'll always remember, what they forgot

Life is like a train, don't ya know,
keeps rolling on down the tracks.
And though return trips you can take, my dear,
you can never really ever,
no never go back

Where will this ticket take me?
Mr. Conductor, please don't you fake me.
Where is the last stop?
Tell me!
Tell me!
I gotta get off this train

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Random Words


Random words just cast together,
and they've got the nerve to call it "poetry".
Paint just splattered on a canvas,
is it from an artist, or a child of three,
I really can't tell.
Have we really become so vain,
we now accept paying cash for trash,
what a shame.
And the things that made me glad, now make me sad,
and melancholy,
but that's just part of the game.

The name of the game is insanity,
and all humanity plays.
This time we find we call out rat race days.
And selfish souls with no self-control,
hold only one goal,
some kind of escape.
But there aren't really any that work,
I guess we create our own fate.

And the random words jumbled loosely
profusely flow from warped minds.
And we, who understand the difference,
without resistance,
resign.
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Stop!


Hey, there, little one,
when it seems your world's come undone,
you play all day yet nothings fun,
feels like you're always under the gun

So you look up towards the sky,
with a million questions why,
and no one see the tear in your eye,
for all the futures you know will die

Stop!
the world spinning for just a moment
Stop the war, stop the hate,
the postponement...
Stop!
and remember that under earth sun,
from love comes birth, and we all are one

Hey there very old one,
with all the things you've seen and done,
you wonder why thing's have come so undone,
and all you want do is run

So you teach all that you've learned,
to shut minds and doors where lands burned
words of wisdom ignored and spurned,
while peace is still the thing most yearned

Stop!
in your tracks and stand demanding,
for a world of love understanding
Stop!
and give humanity just one more chance,
in joy and in step with life's dance

Hey there, little one,
listen close, a secret comes,
the old one there will show you a path,
and if you listen some good may pass

Then, when the walls fall that divide us,
and we release the beauty inside us
eyes, will see love in thy neighbor,
and pain will pass like a birth's labor

Stop!
The world spinning for just a moment,
Stop the war, stop the hate,
no postponement
Go!
With integrity towards a new day
we must stop and find a new way......
Stop!



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Watching Negative Utopias

On the Beach, we’re melting away,
Great God, we’re all through,
Am I "I Robot", too?
Colossus, Metropolis,
Controls what I say and do
Orwell says it’s 84
And I can’t take it any more
There’s a Brave New World,
Waiting for me and you.
Feels like 451 in here,
Even Klattu ran in fear
911 on 911, all this oil just for fun
And all these nuts each have a gun
Watch all this blood just run and run…
Away..
I just want to run away
Dear God, can’t you hear the pleas
Of the innocent who drop down to their knees,
And take a bullet in the head,
They never listened to what you said…..

Hitler and The Jews,
And history now repeats
Jews do unto whom the choose,
And Palestine lies in ruins at our feet
And Hindus die in Pakistan
And Africa is burning land
North Korea kills another man
Just because he wants to stand
And drugs from Latin lands below
All these things just have to go
And Bush and Rush scream from the right,
What’s left in darkness is the light
Failing schools while jobs export
We follow fools of that sort
Just build more jails everywhere
And spit more carbon in the air
We’ve got our cable so just don’t care…
If there’s solutions just tell me where
And I’ll go……
To solve or escape, I swear I’ll go
To end greed, hate and rape, and know
The world just for once the way,
You would have hoped it’d be by now
I’d make it real I don’t know how….
It all ever got to be
A place when only few are free
And God in silence waits above,
For man to learn the gift of Love
On the Beach, we’re melting away,
Great God, we’re all through,
Am I "I Robot", too?
Colossus, Metropolis,
Controls what I say and do
Orwell says it’s 84
And I can’t take it any more
There’s a Brave New World,
No soma kills the pain
Face it all day after day,
And never ever walk away
Still I want to run away
Dear God, can’t you hear the pleas
Of the innocent who drop down to their knees,
And fight for humanity
One day when we all stand hand in hand
And plowshares are forged in every land
And gone are greed and insanity
And you and I can truly be,
Standing on the beach, as free
This is the day I live to see….
‘Til then God sits in silence from above
Waits for us to find one love
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It's 5 a.m.

It's 5 am,
the world awakes,
I think of you again, and my body shakes...
and as I give up,
in submission to this fate,
again and again and again,
no matter how long it takes....

In a cup of coffee,
I see my reflection,
a tear in silence on my cheek my detection
and as I give out,
in submission to this fate,
again and again and again,
no matter how long my heart breaks.....

I'm reaching out to you,
to love you like none before,
can't you see this love true?
I'm reaching in to your soul,
to break through all locked doors,
until we both lose control....
I'm reaching out for your heart,
can't you feel my love as it moves?

As the sun breaks the night,
and I greet a new day,
I remember why I fight for love to come then stay
And as I give up,
in submission to this fate
again and again I wait
no matter how long it takes

I shut my eyes,
yet can't escape your face,
this tear I realize reminds me of the empty space
and as I resolve,
to pick up and carry on,
again and again and again,
no matter how long.....it takes

I'm reaching out to you,
to love you like none before,
can't you see this love is true?
I'm reaching into your soul,
'til we're complete,
and love makes us whole,
what else can I do?
I reaching out for your heart,
can't you feel my spirit move?

It's 5 0 1, and the world awakes...
I think of you again.......

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Come Hither Here

Come hither here me Bonnie Lass,
and let me feel your hand...
The winds are hard, and I am scarred,
by the wrongs I'd to withstand...
But stand I do, and even now,
with faith and love untold,
and if I could, you know I would,
you hand I'd take and hold

Love, love, is all we lack,
and all we truly need...
To stand so true, and make it through,
to the place we want to be...
Love, love, is we all must have,
it's the treasure of the soul,
and we find it in each others' eyes,
when we live, let life unfold...

Come hither here, me Bonnie Lass,
come take now my hand,
and we'll both stand firm, we'll live and learn,
and the hard winds we'll withstand...
And stand we will, from now until, we both grow old and die,
and in the ground, we'll hear this sound,
as we lay there side by side....

Love, love, is all they knew,
and all they ever had...
and hand in hand, their children stand,
against hard winds, not sad..
The lessons learned from a Bonnie Lass,
and her light and love, her man
served them well, and this truth I tell...
this you must understand....

Love, love, is all we need,
it's the best thing we can give...
and by good heart, and in good deed,
that legacy will live...
Love, love, is we have,
it's the treasure of the soul
So find your love, and stand your ground,
Come hither, here, and hold
Come hither, here, and hold
To the love that's in your soul
To the love that's in your soul
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Sunrise

The sunrise was so beautiful,
as it was coming up over the trees
My mind was set on being free,
it was playing with the birds and the bees...
I decided to talk a walk that morning,
to see what I could see
my heart is my compass and my shoes are my home,
taking life, naturally

Sunrise............
as the world cycles round once again
Sunrise.............
as we're hurled there's a sound that never ends
Sunrise...............
You can surf gravity and never fall
Sunrise................
and Eternity doesn't take too long at all
Sunrise.... Sunrise..... I'll answer the call

The Sunrise was so beautiful,
as it was coming up over the sea
waves rythum reprise, I realize,
in the end I'm just who I'm supposed to be
I decided to stop and rest a while,
smile at all I've seen
The good and the bad, the happy and sad
taking life, naturally

Sunrise..............
Can say volumes without a word
Sunrise..............
The best silence ever heard
Sunrise..............
The world spins around once again
Sunrise...............
Single step to a dance that don't end
Sunrise.... Sunrise.....
my friend

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Working In The Heat Of The Day

Heat of the day, money made by sweat
I'd pray for rain, but I'm already wet
Heat of the night, and I can't even sleep
I'm burning with promises made I must keep

It goes on and on and on,
and it takes way too long
to reach simple goals,
to sing a victory song
It goes on and on and on,
but I guess it's all okay
Somehow I feel whole
in the heat of the day

Hard work and respite,
famine and feast and inbetween
I could say the same for desolate cold,
these are just the things I've seen
And working in a heat wave,
like a fast track to a grave
Life so good can get so mean,
pennies earned with so few saved

And it goes on and on and on,
in the furnace is the working man
to forge out a better life
for wife, for kids, he must stand
and it goes on and on and on
and somehow it'll all be okay
and it always seems to long
working in the heat of the day

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You & I




You and I, will never find the deepest parts,
until, we try,
to to touch the sky, to reach the shores,
to stand, side by side,
live and love, like in days gone by

You, and I, must walk the path,
to reach the end,
to see, eye to eye,
to build this love and make it last,
to stand side by side,
just like love was in days gone by


When we lived, when we touched,
when we gave, no matter how hard or how much,
when we laughed, when we cried,
when we stood even when we died
when we held, held on strong,
even though if felt as if it all took too long,
So we reach, reach inside,
just to try
to find the way back to a world gone by.....

You and I, join as one
just like that day, we came, to say,
standing side by side, we made, a vow, to stay,
the way we are right now, inside,
just like love was in days gone by
When we knew, what we know,
and were true, true enough to show
show the love , deep inside, that we share,
and never fear or hide,
now I pledge, as do you, to face this life,
and see everything through,
til we reach, the very end,
and our days go by for a message to send,
to the ones, who follow, and
will make days gone by never end

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(my lullaby I wrote for my son when he was a baby)

Alex's Lullaby

Baby Boy & Tuck 'em In

Alex is my baby boy,
my pride and my joy,
my wonderful toy...
Alex is my baby boy,
I lo-o-o-ove him-m-m-m so
boop! boop!


Alex is my sweetie one, my wonderful son,
my bundle of fun,
Alex is my sweetie one,
I looooovvveee himmmmm so,
boop! boop!



annnndddd......
it'ssssssss

Tuck 'em in time, it's tuck 'em in time...
Time to go to bed,
rest your weary head.

it's tuck 'em in time, it's tuck 'em in time...
it's time to go to sleep, so don't you make a peep (peep)


It's tuck 'em in time, it's tuck 'em in time,
sweet visions will be seen,
in your sweetest dreams,


it's tuck 'em in time, it's tuck 'em in time
time for nightie night, so don't you make a fight,
rest your weary head (head)
it's time to go to bed. (bed)
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Injustice is the Shame of Doing Nothing Wrong


A Shot in the Dark is Occasionally a Direct Hit


Closed Minds are like Closed Doors,
Sometimes You Just Gotta' Kick 'em In.


I'm Involved Because I'm Evolved

(recently said to others)

When You Find Your True Integrity,
Only Then Do You See Your Place in the World.

When Love and Humanity Become Second Nature,
You Breathe It In Without Effort, like Fresh Air .

Complicity is worse than the evil it allows,
because your conscience knows the difference,
and demands you stand against what is wrong.



by my father, Alfred Duncan Wilson, a month before he died, and the best advice I ever got anywhere...I don't know his source, but he said...

"Your most valuable possession is your name.
You can't buy a good one and you can't sell a bad one"

(2/3 remembered, 1/3rd rer-created...still working on revisions...skot)