“Like a wild cat in the Serengeti, I land on my feet and transcend reality.”

The body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.

Bake at any time. Lick the chocolate from the bowl. Lessons from my Nan.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

Sand between her toes she dances with earth without a care in the world.

I wish I was on a jet plane, with my passport in my pocket and adventure in my veins.

Her blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.

Even in darkness, your light burns with the cosmic energy of a thousand falling stars.

Your flesh is like the ocean. Let it wave, rise, ripple, and soar in all its glorious commotion.

I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.

Forever dreaming of a faraway place, where the sun melts my sorrows and blows kisses on my face.

Intrusive thoughts burn holes in my brain. I guess that’s why I’m so empty.

This little black dress doesn’t hide imperfections. It shows off my soul.

A time will come when instead of shepherds feeding the sheep, the church will have clowns entertaining the goats.

Having a teenage daughter is like riding a young horse over an unknown steeplechase course. You don’t know when to pull up the reins, when to let the horse have its head – or what.

I never said all actors are cattle; what I said was all actors should be treated like cattle.

If you can’t sleep, count sheep. Don’t count endangered animals. You will run out.

My trust in you is broken and I am plunged into despair for the animals.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms.

The people turn in allegiance to Humanity, as surely as water flows downward or as a wild animal takes cover in the wilderness.

A fox is subtlety itself.