4/20/2017 12:21:32 PM: I watched others walk by in disgust. Seeing only that which they and others must. Twas a vacant lot amongst towering buildings in various stages of decay. The buildings were their homes. The shops they visited. Places they worked. Churches in which they worshiped. It was theirs. But not this lot. In their eyes a blight it was. Strewn with garbage and rusted waste. In a vain attempt to hide this blight weed grew high. Yet as I stood and gazed upon said lot I had but one thought. Through eyes blinded to their plight all I saw was what was right. My vision held beauty there, beyond compare. There was no weeds, garbage or trash nor rusted waste in this place. All I saw was a colorized version of their black and white demise. Grass growing short and lush. Flowers blooming everywhere, over here and over there. I shade tree for under which to sit as song birds serenade from above. Butterflies flittering all about the vibrant colors flashing in the sun. This is what I see. Everything that can be. I see you there precious one. Waiting for your ONE to come Come enter into my garden and sit awhile

1/11/2017 1:35:19 PM: Desires Are as dust in the wind Swirling all about. Yet All one must do Is reach out For speck By speck They'll rest upon your palm Accumulating Till thy pressed lips Blow them back Whence they came from Forever lost Or sweet maiden She may choose To gaze upon devine palm Covered in soft dust Till desires become reality Reach out Into thy hearts desire Taste the flame which burns within Like a caterpillar upon a branch Speck By speck Spin thy sweet cocoon Of treasured dust Embrace the butterfly within.

7/7/2016 11:27:49 AM: The Dominate is as a Master Gardener. He not only loves that which he does, He is that which he does. He walks about throughout his early years seeking his perfect one. He is not sure what exactly he seeks yet he knows he will find his shrub. When he discovers his half he truly begins to thrive. With loving hands he places his new found shrub in a treasured place on his patio. To be at his feet. He tends his joy constantly. Pruning here. Pinching a bit of there. Thinning out her waste so light may reach her inner self.  Loving hands delicately remove debris which hinders her growth. Ever shaping, molding her as she grows.  One day a small bud appears. Soon this new found beauty begins to unfold exposing the beauty which has been hidden within. As it must it begins to wither, its color fading. Once again leaves, sticks and thorns remain. As a Master Gardener he sees not failure on his part, nor regression within the shrub. No! His eyes see growth. It’s is the natural progression of life. A new season is at hand. He tends to this rose, his chosen one. With much love and shaping on the gardeners part the rose begins to flourish. Soon a small bud appears upon a branch. Then another and another. One by one they unfold in bouquet of vibrant colors. Her true beauty revealed. Through the Master Gardeners continuing care, the rose never ceases to be covered in glorious colors. Thus colorizing the life of the one who cares for her. Her Master Gardener……