“I saved a spider from death. Stuck on the smooth white curvature, Almost drowning in the bathtub of regret. Eight eyes looking up at me, a face he will never forget.”

Rise up like the empires before. Tell tales of great obstacles overcome. Show others their true glory; and tell them it’s never over, it’s only just begun.

Rule over the rising sun. To thy greatest self be true. You must master the morning. Or the day will master you.

Will you try being a minimalist? Reduce the clutter, the daily list? A clean blank page, room for something new. Darkness to Light, half a life you could have missed.

White balloons floating away. Expel the energy wasters, they just prey. Move from the clutter, the haze. Clear pearlescent white from the grey.

A warrior that never stops. A fire in mind, forever fighting. No surrender during war or peace. Only in death the sweet release, finally subsiding.

When all has failed and you have given up, And not a glint left in your eye. Pick yourself up and start again, Say to yourself: “life is short and one day I’m going to die”

Numbers on a screen for merit, A falsehood of an ideal you. Roll the dice and pay your price. A great pride in your work you must pursue.

They all walk by on the grey path. Different stories on the move. Their eyes reveal it all, who’s lights diminished? Who has something left to prove?

Will you tell yourself it’s not true, when those around you all doubt? Will you believe in the power? Cast your net, pay your debt and to yourself be devout.

Will you preach to your former self? Leave your old habits on the shelf? shed the skin of days gone by. A human butterfly.

I started chasing excellence, And they started chasing me. You’re trying to impress the unworthy. I’m on the path, no hesitation. I have all the belief.

Will you seize the day or waste it away? The finitude of time always on the mind. Will you see your future glory, or will you still remain blind?

Endure and overcome. Pay no heed to what others have done. Unless they have achieved unspeakable things. Unless they have vision, see the way you see. Rather die on your sword a hero, than die on your knees.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

Turn words and thoughts into finished works. Chase greatness, not the temporary fix. Believe in your glory, always. Some days will be great, some days amiss.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?

I’m convinced that had I not changed my name, I don’t think I would have had quite the same career curve that I eventually had.

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.

I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. “i love you,” he murmured into my hair. “i’m happier right now than i ever remember being.

I don’t have the body for this,” i quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “no curves.” jev’s eyes held mine. “are you asking my opinion?

A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.

I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

I used to think I was hitting a draw at times, and the ball was still curving to the right! I still prefer to play a little fade, but I’ve had to recalibrate my visuals.