When it's all said and done, I hope to die with a smile on my face.

So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.

Sometimes we need to see the bad side, to appreciate the good side.

He asked me for a light to light his cigarette, and by reason of unaware, it is he that really gave light to me, made me realize how much alike we all are, breathing the same air, beating the same red blood, separated through some fortune and shame in the way of humanity.

The happier person is one, that acknowledges and accepts life won't get any better than this.

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.

She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive.

When a blind man says, 'God is good,' this should be an eye-opener to those who can see.

Many never realize they always had the key in their pocket, so they die at the locked door, never reaching deep inside to pull it out.