How hard is it to say hi?

Even just to stop and try?

It is harder than you'd think.

It could go bad in a blink.

What if people stop and stare?

Or they ask you how you dare?

For there are so many things.

Silence not the worst it brings.

But a life of love, laughter.

Can be yours if you're after.

Take a chance with your greeting.

Love of life you could meeting.

Now you ask about goodbye.

Let me tell you how and why.

How bye is an easy thing.

Silence not the worst it bring.

Heated words, angry glances.

Round the room bitter dances.

Broken hearts and injured minds.

That is what a goodbye finds.

In a time of shame, sorrow.

You cannot see tomorrow.

How your words will end the fight.

And your love will fade from sight.

In that moment "goodbye" found.

You may hear not even sound.

You can say "forget this life!"

And leave behind all your strife.

This is but the easy way.

Much harder to fix and stay.

True love, knowing when to leave.

Or when to the burden heave.

Both are hard in their own form.

Both can help you through the storm.

One leads you to happy life.

And the other free from strife.

Before you chose, do the math.

Make your choice and take your path.

Find out what you want from things.

And then choose the path that it brings.

Goodbye can destroy a heart.

Or can save that little part.

Just remember ease of use.

Doesn't always let you loose.

From what comes after the words.

Truth itself is relative.

Only told by those who live.

Truth for one is but a lie.

Leaving some to wonder why.

To the victor goes the spoil.

The defeated only foil.

After all they are who write.

History for which we fight.

There is always truth in lie.

Like the birds are in the sky.

Lie alone cannot exist.

Because from the truth they twist.

There is but one truth in life.

One that will lead to no strife.

Everything is but a lie.

How I know that makes you sigh.

Truth is not something that's said.

Or carried along the dead.

Truth is something that you find.

In the recess of your mind.

You will not find complete truth.

Sitting in a diner booth.

For that truth cannot be found.

Until we are heaven-bound.

Humans lie it's their essence.

They won't have acquiescence.

So you ask me what is truth?

Like there is such thing as sooth.

For there is no truth from lie.

Even as they wander by.

Truth is something that you chose.

Based on voices of those whose.

Are the loudest.

What resides within a smile?

Love or peace or maybe guile?

It can hold all of those things.

How do we tell what it brings?

Look into the eyes of those.

For that is what alway shows.

Windows to the soul they be.

And will ever let you see.

Don't be fooled by just a grin.

It will sometimes hide a sin.

Now it can be wonderous.

But don't go along because.

You saw a pretty smile.

As with the root of the word, it should be equal. Everyone should get the same chance to prove themselves and based on that should be chosen or not. Ethnicity, religion, gender, sexual identification, should be not be found in the hiring process or any other process for that matter. In a perfect world, all would be judged on ability alone, the best person for the job gets it. This does not mean that everyone has the same ability or opportunity as this isn't realistic for any people group. However, should the opportunity arise, I believe everyone deserves a purely merit-based process. Because in the end if you hire someone based on any of the criteria mentioned above, no matter on which side you fall, it isn't a truly equal process. I don't believe it will ever be possible, but if we could just get to that point then no one would ever have to guess if they didn't get hired for one reason or another, they would know it was purely based on ability and nothing else.

Wedding bells.

Happy faces.

Daughter tells.

And embraces.

Groom left forever waiting.

Gotta get up that word count.

Time is a dangerous thing.

One not to be wasted.

Live until the Sirens sing

And it's love you've tasted.

Rivers run in canyons deep.

Greying hair thins and falls.

Listen to the Sirens weep.

And heed their mournful calls.

Friends and loved ones disappear.

Like petals of a rose.

And we should not stop and sneer.

Or jab the one who knows.

Time can be an awesome part.

Of a life that's well-lived.

Or it is a broken heart.

To those who have outlived.

The one who flirts with time.

Now who is this person me?

Do I see life through rose glass?

Or maybe through blackened brass?

A realist ill ever be.

That is how ill alway see.

Do I still see good in life?

Why yes I do my young sir.

But dont let that cause a stir.

I can see the good in strife.

even when on edge of knife.

One does not need rosey sight.

There is always good and bad.

And a choice of which to add.

Even when darkness does bite

There will always be a light.

Now the rose may be too much.

All in all moderation.

That's where you need to station.

Not too much hope do you clutch.

Or despair or any such.

That is what it means to see.

Always see the full picture.

Light and dark, perfect picture.

Do not live all life in glee.

Or at the first sight do flee.

A little rose never hurt.

When I sit down to write, my brain tends to go a million different directions all at once. Multiple trains of thought vying for attention all at once. So A big part of my creative process is muting those other thoughts with something like music to help me keep on the task at hand. Once that has been accomplished I say a quick prayer of inspiration and set to work. I rarely plan out every little detail, more so get a general idea of what comes next. Think of it like this. I come up with fenceposts, those being big plot points, and let the barbed wire just figure itself out as I write. Half of the time I sit down and write a bunch of pages without even realizing how much Ive written. When I come to a fencepost I sit down and figure out what the next one will be. I've also found that keeping a small journal around at all times is very helpful, you never know when inspiration will strike. Lastly, I try to average two pages a day in a book. Most days it's more than two and some it's less or even none. Just let creativity take me where it wants to.