Break Your Circles and Create Lines

What is the difference between reality and fate? So many of us invest a lot of time and energy in fate. Only to see that when reality bites. It's never what you expected. We keep waiting for the sign to move forward. What if you already hold the gift that shapes the key? What's keeping you from walking through the door. I believe it's because we're walking in circles. It's time to shatter the shape and create lines.

The Visual Of The Inner Core

The walls that we build while wandering through an everyday world. It's what's behind those walls that stories wish and hope to be shared. But fear of escaping the human shell due 100% by an outside audience always locked on bullying you into believing in their success and not yours. I don't believe dreams pass with the chapters already written. Your journey is behind that wall. It's time to crack it. Let the vine grow through it and bring fruits of success to your soil.

Hiding Your Writing

I'm convinced that the recession of 2008 has done more invisible damage to the average person than any decision we have the power to make. While corporate America tried to keep itself alive. Employees sacrificed their personal lives just to keep the lights on. Now that the recession is a chapter of our past. We are still being used in ways that bring deep damage to the success of the worker bee. In that thought I say we are cutters. The damage we are doing to our invisible inside is no different than a cutter making marks on their arm. You want to stop doing what you're doing. But its difficult to walk away from the reasons why you can't make a change.

The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter Eighteen

I am a Poet that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to write within a circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. I never know what I'm going to write. Nor do I know what's been written until we meet today on iHeart Radio. Today's story is haunting in the way that we allow the voices in our head and heart control all things that pass us by. We can be solid as rock on any given Sunday. Only to become carriers of sand by Monday.

Reactivation Without Judging Your Past

Why are we so tired? Is it because we spend so much time searching? Or have we become addicted to fake coffee highs and need to feel like that all the time? Would you know how to reactivate your true natural energy? And if you got it back. How long would your journey last knowing that major corporations need your money to buy into their next high?

With Or Without

The things we once thought. How do they continue to control who you are today? The moment might be over. But the weight that which you carry is still inside your memory. How can we learn from all things we experience if what we are given is a new chapter everyday. Now you have a reason to write.

Limbs of Light

How often do you write something down or feel an idea in your heart and its quickly tossed to the side? How dare such a weird thing be dropped into your extremely busy life and style! Then you begin to wonder in years already lived. Why didn't the journey toward the horizon feel complete or where did you miss valuable lessons taught? I believe the answers are in the words you can't explain. Therefore you set them aside along the way.

The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter Seventeen

I am a Poet that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been invited to write inside a very special collection of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In Chapter seventeen we speak of the open demands placed on the everyday person. We give and give by way of sacrifice. Then one day God calls upon your service and you find yourself standing in front of a silenced congregation.

Dont Let Stress Talk

Now that Valentines Day is over... Where's all that love? Damn! We have to wait another 365 days? Love is the one thing that we can easily toss to the side. Then spend the rest of our lives wondering why something didn't work out. How do you know what you want to love if you have no idea who you are? Do you take daily notes? Can you see tomorrow before it arrives? What is love if what we love doesn't include ourselves?

Mile Marker One

Learning to live in the present is a very difficult task. It reaches beyond the divisions. It's no different than playing sports. You need to begin small and grow large. Why is being in the present so important? Because your past has excess weight that no longer needs your decisions to keep it alive. Life is the physical act of moving forward. You are who you are because of what became. Allow the energy to move through you so that tomorrow can bring you peace.

What Does The Page Say

I write every day. But I never know how the page feels about such an escape. Am I invading its space by placing my thoughts within its veins? Who speaks first? The page? Or the writer? How often do you wordy word play? Drop the rules of writing and just throw it out! Amazing things happen when you remove the bricks from the invisible walls.

The Lyrics from Billys Forest Chapter Sixteen

I am a Poet that just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to write inside a circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. I never know what I'm going to write. Nor do I know what I've written. Until we meet right here on iHeart Radio. Then we talk about it at the end.

Black Clouds

How often do we wonder about the black clouds above our heads? Have you ever wondered about its importance in your everyday? Something has to bring water to the seeds you carry. Learning to trust whats in the cloud could be that single most important step in your desire to grow forward. The beauty of the grand canyon is the physical creation of a river. Without dark clouds that river would be nothing more than rocks. Learn to study where the water comes from.

A Fly On The Wall

If we could be that fly on the wall. Not to watch other people's design and thought making. But to watch as you grow in every direction and or decide to stop chasing down a dream.

Stop Swaying From The Swing

It's almost too easy to tell others that we are moody. Some chase down doctors to get medication. While countless others think they can handle it without the confession. We aren't one shape. Our mind body and soul are pieces parts of every person we've met. And if you believe in universal powers... then you already know that spirit guides and keepers are endlessly moving through you. But when you're not in the mood. Then here it comes: anger, depression, guilt and shame.

Where Are You

I spent some time yesterday with author and psychic Deborah Graham. Her new book is based on building a firm shape of love. It begins with getting to know yourself. Many of us have no clear path to that vision. We wake up each day and arrive in a pair of shoes that may or might give you comfort. But are you comfortable in the shell you carry? Getting to know yourself... It's a task for many. But once you allow that inner you to grow outward the true journey begins. But how do you get there?

The Power Of No

Call them what they are. A bad boss. Identify who it is. A stressful spouse. Bring to the light of why you are who you are. You changed your, "No." Into their, "Yes..."

The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter Fifteen

I am a Poet. That just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In Chapter 15 the writer brings to life the people places and things that seem to be wrong in our lives. And yet if we truly believe in individuality... life itself is Jazz. The art of the expression is to include all elements. There are supposed to be pieces and parts that don't feel right. But in the distance your life to a passerby carries with it harmony.

The Thousand Word Photograph

If a photograph is worth a thousand words. Why don't a thousand words become a photograph? Then again... look at what we are posting by way of Social Media. What are the pictures you're sharing by way of thoughts that keep you from reaching higher levels in the eyes of the passerby?