Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…
What is the point of going on, is there something left to find? Too many days of rise and fall have left me far behind. And what’s to gain in trying to fe…
I’m the same as everyone else, I seek what others seek - that path that leads to life amids… this world so dark and bleak. And as I’ve sought, I’ve often re…
In search of truth. In search of… In search of good. In search of r… If you seek to know what’s true, use as your guide this one sure cl… For each belief or grand insight -
I took for granted everything, colors of every hue. I didn’t know those colors filled my world because of you. So, like the fool I am
What are the things that we live f… Can we honestly say they’re the th… that if push came to shove we woul… The thought leaves me contemplatin… how totally different it would all…
“There shall be weeping, and waili… I’d read it and read it again. And I’d heard of it preached from… warning me of the crisis I’m in. So, I pondered and tried to creat…
How long can rolling waters stay impure in their decree? How long can all the world behold the many signs they see, and not consider what is meant,
Nothing can stop the unquenchable… fed by the flame of the deepest de… Born of a purpose, intent that is… in the one who’s determined to do… One who believes it can always be…
I charted once a course to gold, a place wherein I might take hold of everything I ever wished. Retire there; enjoy the bliss. But every time I thought that I
Two days until Christmas. Two hours until light. Too often you fill up my dreams in the night. Too tired to keep going.
Some were hired at the break of da… Then others hired each passing hou… And when the eve was drawing nigh… looked out and saw some in the str… So, then he went to them and asked…
Granite grandeur draped in snow, soft whisper falls, clear water fl… No hand extends to measure time, no cares ascend, no worries find. For purpose fades into the still,
There’s something worse than feeli… yes, worse than feeling blue. There’s something worse than feeli… and knowing you’ve been used. There’s something worse than feeli…
Does it matter what you do or matter what you say? Does anything mean anything when you live Groundhog Day? Is there a way to please the Gods