((notes))The only positive direction is up. Twelve tribes were scattered throughout the universe. The multi-verse. 235 genes, found only in human DNA. Children of the stars. 24 point nine hours in near space.
Indefatigable persistence in reading takes one to omniscience.
The Love Key opens different doors in a relationship. Know the one you love. It takes time and patience to know each other. A couple grows stronger over time.
It is better to be careful 100 times than to be killed once. – Mark Twain
Life’s path is not always straight. At times the terrain is rough and rocky. Sometimes we have to stop. We catch our breath and smell the flowers. Other times all seems lost and impossible. Even the best of friends at times do not follow the same path. True love and true friends carry a map. One that always leads us back. Back is sometimes forward when both walk the positive path. Hold my hand as I hold yours and together neither with fall over the edge.
The problem you solve is the reason you were created on earth.
Collect questions because in them are answers.
What grieves you is a clue to something you are assigned to heal.
“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.” — Carl Sagan, Cosmos
When everything seems to big to handle go outside to change your mind.
Lately the snake has been eating its own tail.
When I hurt too much to talk there is too much pain inside.
Soft Blows
Where there is thunder
the lips speak in soft blows
Syllables award-winning
Connect in dialogue
A distance meaning close
Action speaking deafness arouse
Hammer to anvil
Current transmitted
Feelings stir emotions
Message is clear
Even someone as cool as me emits light. ~ Wade Lancaster
Each one of us is a being of light shining our glory onto the world.
A wise man listens to the wisdom of his wife.
My woman’s cooking is so good if you put it on your head your tongue would beat your brains out trying to get to it.
My wife’s fried chicken could bring world peace.
{ NOTE to self; I’m not married }
You keep what you kill. Remember that.
Sent from my Windows phone
When I am afraid I Will master my fear.
Have you found the answer to your question
Are you thinking of the same as me
Happiness is not elusive
As we know it’s conducive
Scripts not needed
Going with the flow
Steady as we go
Hands together
Eyes looking in
Together we will
Conquer
Demons flee to wind
To this end, my blade soars through the aquarium of my soul. Seeking the kelp of discontent, which must be cut, so that the rocky bottom of love lie in waking, with fertile sand, for the coming seed of my true loves affection. Does this explain my need for her? No. It is like a giant cave of emptiness waiting for the bats of love, to hang by, and beckon me to taste that heavenly food. In heart, my heart beats for only one… That is you, my everything and one true love.
If only you could see
I am like a mimosa tree
My branches you can climb
My leaves will give you shade
When my spring arrives
My flowers you can see
The aroma is only for you
In the night
My leaves close
It is how I hold you within my arms
In this way I exhale
And you receive the oxygen
For it enriches your blood
And your heart becomes happy for it
Dig into my roots
They are dug into the soil of our togetherness
Feel the richness
Smell the earth
Look upward towards the sky
As the light of happiness
Filters through
If only you could see
I am more than just a tree —
Wade Lancaster
Partners in life
Ever flowing happiness
To the different moments in life
Sex flowing from a look
A touch or a word
Ending in a moan or sigh of two
Able to accept
That is not perfect
Willing to change
Truth is a glue
Faithful the two
Speak in our ears
Prolongs all our years
Rob Thomas ~ Now Comes The Night
I looked at a star in the sky. and I knew I could fly to it
You are the apple in my eye.
And I knew you would get me to it.
Upon wings we reach new heights.
Float in the air and breathe it.
“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
[Cosmos, Part 11: The Persistence of Memory (1980)]
Wade Lancaster 