
Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.
A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.

Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.
A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.

I did not run away, I walked away by daylight.
Truth burns up error.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
Life’s just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

Oh, Brother!
Sometimes people look at me in a sort of puzzlin’ way
They just don’t appreciate my approach to each day
Through their eyes, I must be an utter red-neck
They fail to understand my life, not one lil’ speck
Some say I have an accent when speakin’
Darn if I know, I’m just talkin’ and seekin’
Before I digress too much further, let’s see
I live in America, lookin’ always to be free
My Daddy taught me the major differences in life
Between right and wrong, always love one’s wife
My Mommy shared her love of nature’s delights
Her bountiful garden, with colors always bright
Growin’ up in an awfully small, yet welcome place
Life remain’ balanced and gentle, a relaxin’ pace
Joinin’ the U.S. Navy at the earliest possible age
Livin’ on an aircraft carrier, like workin’ in a cage
Comin’ ashore to meet a lady for a date
Becomin’ my lovely wife and first mate
Receivin’ a degree with honors from Silage Tech
Not regrettin’ my time there, never wantin’ to fret
My best friends live and labor on farms and ranches
We hook-up on Saturday nights for fun-filled dances
Livin’ in the countryside, but drivin’ to my job in town
People say I’ve been too busy, never makin’ a sound
Can’t they see who’s followin’ me down the walk
Two lil’ youngins, brothers lovin’ to play and talk
My two boys, Pete and Re-Pete, makin’ me proud
Even when their horseplay gets a tiny bit too loud
Oh, Brother!


It’s a man’s sincerity and depth of vision that makes him a poet.
Silence is more eloquent than words.

Joy is a choice. It is a matter of attitude that stems from one’s confidence in God.
From Psalm 16:11: “You show me the path of life. In your presence there is fullness of joy; in your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

What matters most is how well you walk through fire.
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.
Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) is a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His prolific writing produced over 45 books of poetry and prose, and much of his writing spoke to the despairing urban conditions of the downtrodden.

Driving fast down time’s hectic road
Passing new sign’s life-changing mode
Hey busy people, “What’s your rush?”
Best to paint life with brand new brush
Slow self down, before passing by
More to life than hello and bye
Coffee’s better with second cup
Take time to really size life up
Spend precious moments, call your friend
Each minute pays big dividends
Look around, lend others your hand
Playing music on life’s bandstand
Time spent with young children at play
Ageless, feeling younger each day
Neighborhood walk with man’s best friend
Rounding out life’s perfect weekend
Share love with your special someone
Lighting rainbows with rising sun
Cruisin’ along life’s peaceful street
No rush now, enjoying each treat


I have no sense of time, and I’m a dreamer.
The reality is, we can change. We can change ourselves. We can change our minds. We can change our hearts. And therefore the universe changes.
Morning breakfast time
Pancakes searching for sweetness—
Think maple syrup

Ordering three eggs
Scrambled or over easy?
Make it an omelet

Bacon, sausage, ham
Can’t decide, let’s go for it—
Eating the whole hog
