His Touch

Their eyes locked, his touch like a feather falling against her cheek, wanting only to comfort her. It was then at that moment that time stopped, just long enough for her life to flash before her. She knew then what words could not express, it was his penetrating eyes that could see her soul, as if it lay naked before them, and his gentle touch that told their life story, as if they’ve lived a lifetime together. Their search was over as they both realized they were created and belonged to one another. The end.

By, Bradford Lee Mace

I have so much to give, but no one to give it to. What I mean is, I have yet to find my Muse. Patiently and purposefully I still wait for her to penetrate my life with her presence. For now Patience has become my new best friend. But until that day comes, my imagination runs wild in search of you. One day I’ll meet you, but until then I’ll continually write to you, with the hope of making it easier for you to find me. Until that day – Bradford Lee Mace

What Do Poetry And Philosophy Share In Common?

What do poetry and philosophy share in common?

It might surprise you or maybe not, however, by the time you’ve finished reading you’ll never look at them the same again.

Or you just might see life in a different light and have an even greater motivation and reason for living.

If by the end I inspire you to think differently then I’ve accomplished my purpose.

Let’s begin by looking at what poetry and philosophy have in common.

  • Both give deeper meaning and purpose to life.
  • Both help comfort us with their words.
  • Both shed light on our feelings like, love, joy, suffering, heartbreak and even at times causing the sun to evaporate the fog of confusion in our lives.
  • Both help answer our questions about life and time, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, HOW, but the greatest of these is WHY.

Now the twist where two become four, but really are just one.

If I’m guilty of thinking inside the box it’s that I firmly believe that life’s four dimensional.

And to live life to it’s fullest potential we must embrace life four dimensionally.

Now the curve ball or twist!

Just as we can’t separate poetry and philosophy, life and time are equally inseparable.

Because time and life are intrinsically glued together.

Let me explain it like this,

Time and life are like two pieces of tissue paper glued together and allowed to dry.

No matter how hard we try or scheme we can’t pull them apart without destroying both in the process.

And so it’s the same with poetry and philosophy.

They both are intrinsically married together inseparable, like two pieces of tissue paper glued together.

This also implies that life, time, poetry and philosophy need to be handled with thoughtfulness, mindfulness and care. Lest we destroy their purpose!

Here’s some more interesting observations,

Life, poetry and philosophy need time for them to live in.

And time needs them to define it, give it meaning and purpose.

What are words without their definitions? Just pointless letters stuck together devoid of any meaning and purpose.

Life, poetry and philosophy are given birth too in time and in their due season they are born, be it winter, spring, summer or fall.

These three cannot live outside time because time’s eternal and can’t be undone no matter how hard we try to rewrite them.

Winter the pregnancy.

Spring our birth.

Summer the breath of our lives.

Fall the end of our life.

Then we die and are buried in our grave.

Thus winter begins!

However, winter isn’t all doom and groom because it’s also about our rebirth which we’re unable to see until spring arrives once again.

Words are like seeds they leave our mouth alive full of energy then enter through a person’s ears only to die within their mind, sometimes maybe reaching their heart and on a rare occasion their soul. Then someone else comes along and waters those seeds we’ve planted with their own words. It’s then something magical happens and a spark of life takes hold and an idea is now born.

Final thoughts,

Life isn’t life without time being present just as poetry and philosophy are empty without each other.

Because they all play their own special note that when looked at together a harmony they produce. A song of life that gives our lives both meaning and purpose.


Because life and time are made of words and it’s these words that give them, meaning and purpose. They’re all part of the same family, supporting one another, so they can thrive by living together in harmony and it’s this togetherness that causes our lives to sing with energy.

When you try to live without one of them you’re choosing to live without meaning and purpose.

It’s like trying to light a fire without a spark!

Try all you want, but that fire won’t light!

We’re human and we have a voice that can either build or destroy life. This voice is what makes us special, unique and intrinsically beautiful.

What or who else in our vast universe aside from GOD has such power and force?

Us we, you and I. We might not be able to speak things or objects into existence with only words,

BUT I would argue that it’s our words that spark ideas into existence and those ideas eventually become our reality.

It matters not to me if you believe in GOD or not because that’s for you decide, not me.

For me, what’s important for you to take away is this simple, but profound thought.

Our words give life or death,

There isn’t a middle ground and only can choose what your words give birth to.

Just think about it.

Bradford Lee Mace

“Change the way you think, change your world.”

For Our Children (Poem)

If you’re a single dad and single mother or happily married, mom and father.


It’s not the label that really matters, above all else its that we’re parents.


I know in my heart we both relate, this our destiny, love, and fate.


No matter where life may take us or even what life may one day bring us.


We all share one purpose and vision, we want to empower all of our children.


Infusing them with our year’s of wisdom and understanding to forever guide them.


Our hearts desire to make them whole, even a better person than we once were.


Our final hope and lasting prayer, they a unicorn, freely soaring through the air.


By Bradford Lee Mace