Virtues come from a loving kind Master
Vices come from the master of disaster...

Visions of faith and visions of love
Visions depend on light from above...

Void of Darkness
While traveling through the void of space...

At times we tenaciously talk the talk
While we wander from walking the walk...

What can I write about grace not written before?
God gave this heavenly gift to make a spirit soar...

Please watch your tongue,
bad words, poor taste...

Water that quenches thirst
Clears the dust from eyes...

About three miles from my home where I was a kid
was a sanatorium on the hill well hid...

Way Too Fat
He gained twenty pounds every year...

Writing while wind break
Exercise in flatulence...

We are the poets, yet we are just people
We don't preach sermons under a steeple...

We may make it after all
We knew we were bound to fall...