"SWEET DREAMS" NOVEMBER...

LOOK'N OVER A FOUR LEAF CLOVER...

the easiest way to miss the prize is to narrow my vision

AN OBVIOUS SOLUTION...

THE LAP OF LUXURY...

Comfort can be a very elaborate prison.

 

REST ASSURED...

When I know someone has my back,

I feel more inclined to continue

moving forward.

THE "REAL" STORY...

A STICKY SITUATION...

The price one pays to "belong"

consist of thorns that take a lifetime to extract

JUST PART OF THE SALAD...

...life's flavor consist of many ingredients...

OFF CENTER...

center isn't a place I can find 

but rather something that comes to me 

when I stop moving

GREEN WITH ENVY...

as I look around and wonder what I'm missing,

I loose sight of what I already have.

THE CENTER OF ATTENTION...

...a drug that leaves

those exposed to it

craving more than 

they can possibly obtain

UNFINISHED BUSINESS...

surrounds me like a pile of paralyzing rocks

ROCK 'A BYE...

WHEEEEEE...

If I'm going to fall, I might as well just enjoy the ride down.

GRASS STAINS...

It's easier to see where I've been

when something from the experience

is left behind.

 

UP AGAINST A ROCK AND A...

WELCOME HOME...

always room to nestle in

 

ROCK CANDY....

FALLING ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL...

makes it easy to blame others 

when I decide to "wake-up"

CRADDLED IN THE ARMS OF NATURE...

THE LADDER OF SUCCESS...

is seen from the perspective

of the one

climbing it

MOONLIT HIGHLIGHTS...

"ordinary" 

is transformed 

by the shadows of the night

TRANSFORMATION...

STUCK...

in the forks in the road

SLEEP WALKING...

There's no need to know where I'm going 

when I'm not awake enough to even know where I am

THE PERFECT BOUQUET...

...when there is no part 

that can be taken away...

HIDING UNDER ( I mean on top of ) OF A ROCK...

When desires are kept secret...

I primp to stand out...

then try and blend in...

POSSIBILITIES .....

Living in a world of black and white, 

I must wrap myself in a cocoon of color

to imagine shades of gray.

FLOWER POWER...

The images I create in my mind,
are formed from stolen
bits and pieces of reality.