Harley King

Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt.

Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible.

Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.

Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten.

Celebrate the gift of memory.

My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have.

Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.

Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.

Sometimes we fight who we are, struggling against ourselves and our natures. But we must learn to accept who we are and appreciate who we become. We must love ourselves for what and who we are, and believe in our talents.

Too often our visions of the futureare dull and impotentlike a hammer beating the water.

I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.

Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.

I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.

May your heart be lighter today.

The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.

How little we understandof the gifts we have been givenor the shape of the pathwe took to reach our salvation.

One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.

Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow.