Sometimes we need to confess something,

just before you go to bedand if you do not write them downyou go to sleepwith words whirling aroundinside your head.It is a dilemma most writersseem to adhere tothat the best ideas comewhen you are tiredand just want to go to bed.23 September 2009

as one friend fades,another friend is made,the circle is ever growinguntil the day we dieand our friends make anotherwhen we are goneto keep the circle ever growing.

giving up this and thatfor a couple of days at leastuntil our willpower gives wayto the temptations all aroundand we start down that slippery slopeuntil the next year comes aroundwhen once again we will try againhoping next year we succeed.1 January 2014

within everything I write.Little bits of me within the linesas I write along.Sometime in the futurepeople will read what I writeand find the little bits of me.They will find my sorrows and my joy,the love that burns within my heartand the sorrows in my soul.They are all in there withinthe tracks that I leave behind.Sometimes…

to gaze upon and marvel at.We never know what it will beor what shape it will take.All we know for certainas our lives progressis that something will take uswholly and utterly by surprise.No one can predict if the surprisewill be good or bad.All we know for certainaround each corner in lifethere is a surprise.

like some ancient godwith world beneath me.The splendour and the sorrowstretched out at my fingertips.Able to grant great beautyor to grant great sorrowwith the touch of a fingertip.On this plateau,cool air encircled meand I smiled to my self,as I stood alone for a momentable to touch the heavenswith my fingertips.16 February 2011