I’mGoingToHeaven

I’m tired of hotels 
having lived in four
in these four months
it might seem glamorous
to some living the
hotel life but for
me it is grinding
like living in purgatory
waiting for sins to
be calculated waiting wondering
with so many strangers
all of us strangers
but me yesterday I
got the call finally
to move to Heaven
a small apartment overlooking
Denver and the mountains

Dreams

Oh life how wicked 
You are dreams come
To mind then people
Like stones make achieving
Them uncomfortable and painful
Dreams will often wait
But it’s the people
Who are always impatient

ThinkBefore

Any word or emotion 
That reduces someone else
Is considered negative energy
Here’s the interesting part
While you might think
That the reduction occurs
Over there on them
The reduction of spirit
Occurs for the giver
And never the receiver

ChooseKindness

I have learned in
My long life that
People remember those who
Were kind to them
Long after they have
Forgotten those who have
Been mean to them

SuchQuiet

While looking out the 
Window at this cold
And cloudy Denver morning
I am reminded of
One particularly chilly November
Day I hear the
Sounds and smell the
Aromas and remember then
And now and yet
And even still I
Am there not here
Not now not ever
I wonder why certain
Things cover us up
Like warm blankets drawn
Over our napping bodies
By our treasured memories