Mightier than the sword?

How about sweeter than a kiss?

Why does value have to come from force? Why can’t it come from grace?

The simple pen

Can be either weapon or salve

Curse or cure

Or both at the same time

To be able to wound or avenge

Should not preempt

The ability to heal

Or understand

A thing that can do so much

To change the entire world

Should never be taken for granted

Or wielded li...

Life is a journey

That we all hope to take far

But some are cut short

Through disease or accident

Unscheduled detours...

Too often we feel the need

to fill the void of silence

We think if it as empty space

when it is anything but

Silence can bring peace

the absence of strife

Instead of chaotic cacophony

there is serene stillness

Silence can bring hope

A well of endless possibilities

Wondrous tales yet untold

Histories to be created

Silence can bring solace and grace

If one can relax into it

The freedom to just ...

It used to be so much easier

To forgive than to forget

I could let go of past hurts

While keeping wary of future ones

But as I get older

Bitterness has set in

I find myself holding on to grudges

The proverbial grumpy old man

This is the stereotypical progression

And if I follow the cliché

I won’t have to worry about forgiving

I’ll just forget

I went from forgiving to hard

And I’ll go from ha...

The first blush of youth

so sweet in its innocence

floating in a cloud of hope

before cynicism can taint it

Everything is fresh and new

life is still a beautiful song

before experience has a chance

to knock the violin out of tune

The young spend their time

wishing they were older

While the old or middle-aged

yearn for their younger days

Bliss is finding that delicate balance

The wisdom of ex...

On this, your special day

I want you to see

That through all your years

You’ll always have me

I’ll be your support

Just as you have been mine

As long as we have that

We’ll both be just fine

When I get pissy and preachy

And you’re frustrated and mad

We remember the good times

And the laughs that we’ve had

It’s been along road

With lofty highs and deep lows

But everyday we’re together

Our love ...

The men sing their shanties

Unaware of the looming monster

By the time the lookout can issue the warning

The beast is already too close

Through the howling wind

And washing-machine waves

The shanties give way to shouts

Frantic sailors fighting for their lives

As quick as it came

The storm passes on

Having wiped the surface clean

Those who were singing, now sinking

And as the waves return to th...

Our passion flared fast and hot

Like a lightning strike on dry brush

But a fire can’t stay lit

Without a steady stream of love to feed it

Our fire died out

The love completely consumed

There’s nothing left

To keep the flames alive

But for our short time together

It was an intense blaze

You loved me so fiercely that I burned

Now you’ll only be left with ashes...

I walked the hall

All the scenarios

Have already gone through my head

Throughout my sleepless nights

What will she say?

The doctor holds the key

To the rest of my life

In an innocent manila folder

Benign, malignant

Harmless, stage four

I’ve imagined every outcome

But I still can’t breathe

When I know

I can react

When I know

I can plan

What’s the plan?...

The man with a cape

Weaving dreams on stage

Feeds on our sense of wonder

And gives back a world of hope

Hope that magic still exists

That all is not stark reality

That possibilities are still open

Up to and including the impossible...