Mostly quotes,some art. A little bit o' everything

when you write with a tear in your eye, the words look smudgy.

They seem hard to read,

and even harder to come by.

How do you explain what someone means to you,

when they have meant so much for so long?

She knew. I’m sure of that.

She knew what she meant.

You want to hold on forever,

But, I have forgotten you. Yes I have. Until our song comes on. Then maybe not. Besides that, I have forgotten you, just like I told you.

Except when I look in the mirror, and don’t see you behind me, then maybe I think of you. Only then though.

Not often.

I forgot you.

Maybe you could count the times I called your number, or almost texted, but that was only late at night.

That doesn’t matter, right? Because I forgot you.

Never letting it loose.

Never letting it go.

Never letting it be free.

But, when I opened my hand, love was gone.

Let loose

Let go.

Let free.

And when I reached to grab it, to hold it again, love flew away......

Loose,

Go,

Free.

That’s when I realized, you can’t hold love.

You have to unchain a heart for it to stay.

The tighter the grip,

the more love wants to fly.

I was in my backyard last night. Sun on my back, dogs in my yard, and I realized that this may just be as close as I will ever get to Heaven.

And I was ok with that……

She wanted to share the morning.

For the sun gets up early, and shines his light so bright.

And the moon, she gets tired from lighting up the night.

But today she wanted to share.

The naive person in me wants to make a difference

The idealist in me knows I can

The realist in me knows that someone else will probably take the credit

For me?

What I’ve found out about people in general, is it’s okay as long as you agree with them. There are two opinions in their world. The correct one, theirs. And the wrong one which is if you disagree with them. And, people assume about you based on your looks, or sexuality, or ethnicity. Especially the ones that want to call you out because of it. And usually, they are the same ones that assume of you based on the things they are calling you on. " I hate _______ people because they all…..”

-do you realize that makes YOU the same or worse than what you hate?

Live your life.

Love your life.

But don’t hate someone that YOU DON’T know, because you assumed something about them that is based on a generalized idea that may not be true. THAT is racism. THAT is hate. THAT is the problem.

It’s not white people,

It’s not black people,

It’s not gay people,

It’s not straight people,

It’s not.

It’s BAD people.

And they come in all colors,

And all lines of work,

And all sexes,

And all sexualities.

Don’t be one.

It’s that simple.

“Can you accept me?

For me?

Because I’m gay, you assume?

Because I’m straight, you assume?

Or, because I’m white you assume?

Because I’m black, you assume?

Because I’m red, yellow, brown, you assume?

I’m everyday people.

Not good unless I’m good.

Not bad unless I’m bad.

Everyday people are like that.

If you assume,

You may be the problem.

Can you accept me?

should kick me in the heart. Should smack me in my teeth.

Should squeeze the tears and drink them,

before they hit the ground.

I think love,

should grab me by the guts. Should tear the smile right from me.

Should punch me in my face and laugh,

before I turn around.

I think love,

should hurt the pleasant places.

Should pull the strings and break them.

Should look at me and wonder,

before I come unwound.

I think love,

should sing a song that haunts me.

Should say the same verse over.

Should repeat the lines that hurt me,

before I make a sound.

I think love,

should take a knife and cut me.

Should crack my ribs and crush me.

Should leave me to die slowly,

before I’m stitched and bound.

I think love,

should pick me up and hug me.

Should press the air right out me.

Should collapse the lungs that breathe me,

And I said, “but, I can’t sing.”

She replied, “then speak the words to me....”

So I did.

I said “The day has come for you to know. That I love you’s can come and go. But a love like mine will last forever. From yesterday until the twelfth of never. For I have wanted this because I loved you. And my words have been silent, but always true. For to say nothing would be terribly wrong. I’ll be yours for a song, I’ll be yours for a song.”

She smiled and said,

Do they need to rest?

Are they sent here to work?

And who, or what, are these angels?

These questions roll around in my mind all the time.

Maybe dogs. Maybe they are our angels.

Imagine, when your day comes, if you were greeted by every dog you ever had. Just imagine.

Who else loves you unconditionally? Who else waits for you to come home and celebrates every time? Who warns you of danger? Who else would protect you against anything? Anything.

And all they want is to be loved.

Loved back.

That’s why they are your angels. They take you to a peaceful place. Is there anything better than when your dog crawls up next to you, lays their head on your shoulder, or in your lap, then looks up at you? Love. That is love. And they do it for nothing. No payback. Just a scratch on the back, a pat on the head, an occasional biscuit. That’s an angel.

I am convinced that angels don’t always have wings. Sometimes they have long ears, and smelly breath, and drool too much. Sometimes they drink too loud, lick too much, beg a little too often.

You won’t find their wings, or see their halos, because they don’t show here. That does not diminish them. Even if they do get tired.