Jo Boniszewski

She was taken by surprise at quite how breathtaking the twinkle in her eyes was. She listened and watched attentively, magnetized. As butterflies danced on her lips, her own stomach felt butterflies.

I am the flame, electric blue, lightening, razor-like, renewing my spirit. Heart beating in time to the earth’s rhythm and expanse of black ink sky, overreaching eternal. My fingertips spark with seeds of creation, fireworks coloring canvas, beckoned by this light that lifts me.

If it matters, it will hurt like knives or wrap and lift you in the most immeasurable joy. Or both. One thing is certain, you will feel intensely alive.

The sky was the color of hard crimson, dripping down a canvas, the moon splashed silver across red. Her soothing balm healing my soul in swathes of calmness, I breathe in her tides and let my body be washed ashore, lying in the sands of eternity.

I am a sky gazer. The sky, it pulls at me. Its amazing eternal expanse of breathtaking beauty calls me back to my senses, stretches my awareness, soothes my eyes, opens my heart, stills me. I feel a soft soul longing to be up there, in the vastness, amongst the clouds that are alive and billow and skud and glow; metamorphosing from perfection into perfection. A constantly changing canvas brushed by magic.

You bring out the be(a)st in me. Polarized tension, a raw slash of claw, swathed softly in love. A peace of my mind in tumultuous chaotic razor-sharp clarity, impulsive wit to wisdom, mixing addictive shots of cocktail emotions in a full-spectrum experience.

The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!

The pencil of the Holy Ghost hath labored more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.

All generalizations are false, including this one.

Talent for talent’s sake is a bauble and a show. Talent working with joy in the cause of universal truth lifts the possessor to new power as a benefactor.

Many a small thing has been made large by the right kind of advertising.

Gambling promises the poor what property performs for the rich, something for nothing.

To be mature you have to realize what you value most… Not to arrive at a clear understanding of one’s own values is a tragic waste. You have missed the whole point of what life is for.

Those who cannot tell what they desire or expect, still sigh and struggle with indefinite thoughts and vast wishes.

Good sense is both the first principal and the parent source of good writing.

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.

True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.

On with dance, let joy be unconfined, is my motto; whether there’s any dance to dance or any joy to unconfined.

One can resist the invasion of an army, but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.

Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.

If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than for myself.