What is remembered

always lives on

May our spirits rise
to the level of our ideals
and hold us to those standards
which cause us to dream.

Words become action
become truth
become history

In truth and circumstance
Find yourself in the rearview glance

Between Nowhere and Here

I am not searching 
For cheap relief
Give me the real thing

Must the world be burning
Before we begin to save it?

If words are all we have 
we must give those away as well.

How beautiful must an image be
For me to carry it forever?
Uncommon beauty
Can be more commonplace
Than you know.

Your arms remain open 
Though I am miles and miles away.

Kindness and forgiveness both 
originate in the same place: the self.

The Name the Wind Calls Itself.

Blood not spilled is blood still living. 

Your heart is
Liberated territory.
Defend it with
All your might. 

Can truth still breed
in a world full of liars?

American Aristophanes

The Future is No Future at All

Hope suffers from the longest death. 

Fish Don't Have To Learn How To Swim. 

Fish Don't Have To Learn How To Swim.