#InnerBeauty #TrueBeauty
Sometimes love is easy, so natural… but often it isn’t that clear. Like fog in the morning makes trav… not knowing which way you should s… For what comes the day you must ma…
Someone had to show me the way, though much of the time I just fol… so you watched from the distance,… But it’s clear to me now, wish I’… and done more to make sure that yo…
They say that the truth is a hard… but maybe it’s time that we see that we as a people are nothing bu… ensuring that’s how it will be. We stand up demanding there’s tole…
The torn remain of what was plain waves now ore frozen ground, in winds that blow cold ice and snow
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
It seems so very long ago and yet… we stood as one and made the vow t… Then sealed this vow as things are… But at the time it never crossed o… that such a vow has not the power…
I thought to change one hair tonig… from white to black, atop my head. It seemed a try would be alright while lying here upon my bed. I called out to the powers that be
What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…
If I woke up and worked every day with a calm resolute execution of… or perhaps at least stayed on appr… with the basic things for which I… If with a small grain of faith I’…
Living every day, wondering why I… never really knowing why I’m here. Singing every song, always going w… feeling like I always live in fear… Hating what I see, wanting more t…
All we have is time and what comes down the line. Don’t ever think it’s more complex… Though the universe– it has no end… and there is more than one my frie…
Awakened by song of long distant v… a beam of light cuts the abyss. Serenades calling, the lost and th… sneaking into lives gone far amiss… The sound of strings breathing, em…
Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
Always searching for the next good… and what the world can bring. Always looking for the next big de… and what it’s offering. Never thinking very far ahead