There is no enigma more vexing than whether our souls are best tended alone, or together.

Our lives are not lived along parallel lines; it’s how our paths merge and converge that defines.

Some people wield their words in ways they hope will just confuse. A vapid verbal vortex that obscures transparent views. But such linguistic camouflage will ultimately fail. Sometimes you must say yes or no and let the truth prevail.

Before the internet existed, interactions weren’t as twisted. In the online world, it seems, good manners matter less than memes.

Each time you stand up, you might make someone frown. They’ll yell you’re in the way and tell you to sit down. But each time you stand up, you might change someone’s view And they’ll see, and believe, that they can stand up too.

We can’t predict our futures But, we can help shape them. We can’t erase our histories But, we can escape them. We can’t undo injustices But, we can help fight them. We can’t all make our viewpoints heard But, we can still write them.

When chips are down, which is your goal: to save your skin, or save your soul?

It’s no small thing To blaze your trail To take a swing To set your sail To charge the breach To make your way- You have to reach To seize the day.

If someone wants to gain respect, it helps to first have learned Respect that lasts is never bought, but rather it is earned.

I don’t know how to help you. But if I did, I would. I don’t know how to stop you. I’m not sure that I could. I don’t know how to save you. I hope that someone will. But know I’ll always love you And I’m here for you still.

The greatest ideas Do not spring from screens; r Rely on your mind To know what life means.

I will not let computers choose the order of the words I use. I will not cede the thoughts I share to algorithmic vaporware. I will not let A.I. embed its burrowed splinter in my head. I will persist, until I die, in proudly using my H.I.

I like to hope my final thought Won’t be about the stuff I’ve bought Or jokes I’ve made or clothes I’ve worn Or games I’ve lost or burdens borne. I pray the last thought in my mind Is of the love I came to find Throughout my life, and as

My poems are composed in pursuit of a vision where rhymes are combined with harmonic precision for life is too often complex and confusing, but when it all rhymes, it’s at least more amusing.

If the internet broke from a glitch or a curse, I’m no longer sure that our lives would be worse.

An editor’s a predator to all our perfect prose, but sometimes change helps best arrange the sterling words we chose.