Seeds of love scattered Blown by winds of emotion Clouds of teargas
All we have Is a few short minutes To be sons and daughters Fathers and mothers Friends and lovers There is no color No race No nation Only humanity Let us help each other To live our best lives In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
You want what you can’t have Reasoning somehow that seems more valuable Abandoning those who do love you Because who would want to love you, right? So you chase phantoms, try to rewrite history Harvest lost souls like shiny objects, glinting in the sun All the while they are burning your retina, so you cannot see the truth The truth that’s been right in front of your face All along
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #233: Harvest
From the moment we are born Until the moment we die Our lives are a series Of calculated risks That make life worth living And ventures worth taking When fear of regret is greater Than the reality of danger
in response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #183: Risk
Grace does not come easily. It is a product of hard work and rugged determination. It is the steadfast willingness to move through the pain without blame, shame or disappointment. It is the ability to drown out the noise and attack life with laser like focus. It is the resolve to rise above the messiness of all that is human and embrace all that is beautiful.
To keep my shit
In one sock
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #159: Rugged