a little insight can be dangerous


Sunrise in Dallas

Photo by Joseph H. Davis

…I trusted my instincts
…I accepted the challenge
…I saw what others saw in me
…I didn’t say “I do”
…I said yes to a baby
…I said no to seduction
…I didn’t break his heart
…I voiced my true fears
…I found confidence earlier
…I abandoned false hopes
…I avoided the ego boost
…I accepted the promotion
…I rejected the ridicule
…I said I love you once more
…I wasn’t so emotional
…I said yes to a second date
…I cried less, laughed more
…I hugged my sister more
…I was a better friend
…I walked my dog more often
…I took more pictures
…I was more practical
…I was less passionate

…I find some clarity
…I can accept failure
…I take my own advice
…I let them go
…I hold on too long
…I take the wrong risk
…I learn patience
…I make new memories
…I dance when asked
…I sleep as much as I dream

Live with your choices
Remember that all of them started with …


Give Thanks

Cedar Hill TX

Photo by Joseph H. Davis

Luck, love, fame and fortune
quite a fickle group,

Weaving in and out of life at random
always throw me for a loop.
Fortunately I stay grounded
I know I’m truly blessed,
Family and REAL friends remind me that
I’m always at my best.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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No sleep


I can feel the dawn seeping through the blinds onto my face
as the growing light gently tapped upon my closed eyelids.
I don’t have to look to know it’s creeping slowly
Upon me like an unwanted guest or
a requisite obligation that I cannot ignore.
Why can’t it wait just a little longer…
Only for a few more hours…
I’ll feel like this sleeplessness is worth the pain.
It’s okay .. I reason
Everyone does it … I justify
It builds character.. I lie.
It doesn’t matter really.
I tell myself that I can make it up tomorrow..
It is tomorrow.
Then I remember, I could’ve let it go,
That it really would have waited for me.. It always will
As long as I allow it.

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The basics

Adversity should foster enlightenment,

diversity should be embraced,

education is a necessity

and happiness is a choice.


The Tide

The TX coast

Photo by Joseph H. Davis

Standing on the shore
I let the foamy water gently kiss the tips of my toes
I am motionless and my soles feel heavy and weighted down in the cool, gritty surface below,
I become aware of how expertly the sand molds itself under every curve and crevice of my firmly planted feet as if that’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.

The water now rushes past me and envelopes my ankles,
As if it’s trying to persuade my body to follow the tide.
Why can’t I move on, all I need to do is take
one …small … step …

I’ve made a impression here,
If I move now, the water will quickly fill the sand that hugged my soles as if I was never there..
As if I had no effect…
As if I didn’t exist.

The ebb and flow gain momentum and the waves gently surround my calves
If I remain here, I must accept the tide as a comforting friend…
Surrounding me completely,
trusting the inconsistent undulations,
swirling and flowing about me,
Simultaneously confusing and captivating.

Suddenly and unexpectedly,
I am overcome with the warm embrace of peace that can only come from a sound decision and a healthy heart.

I begin to understand.

I am not supposed to stay..
my footprints on this shore are intended to fade with the flowing current.

The tide does not wash them away as much as carry them on to another shore.

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