Was Earth created by God’s hand a… when scientific findings seem to d… Is it possible that all things for… The odds against are infinite so,… For no one thinks a tool exists wi…

Death transcends the toll of time. Stands beneath a smoke-filled sky. Spirits rise up from the past, row by row from first to last. Like silhouettes of lifeless trees

He could have come to rule the wor… he should have been a king. He could have had all that he want… but then what would it bring? For he knew who he was and also

You can buy land and home across this world made of stone, gathering more into barns than the… You can travel and see every sight there may be

Love has so many forms by which it… in simple acts of kindness made in… Sometimes it takes a hand and spen… Sometimes it takes a few steps bac… And every time two lovers finally…

Another spotlight, make the headli… A final shout-out to the ranks of… Did I make you stop and think? Now looking down... from the look… me and every other ghost in this t…

Have you perhaps, held on too long to the place you call home? Have you let too much time slip by… avoiding the unknown? It’s hard not to be scared of chan…

Took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. I took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. There’s no way to understand this,

The words have fallen silent now a… The pills have taken over and I d… My bags have all been packed for m… Not car nor driver fits this mysti… The hallway doors each filled with…

A million ways to spend a day not tried them all but have to say… that if I had the way to when I’d quiet find and open then the pages of the poet’s hand.

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 are a lot of mysteries, anom… things that seem to have no explan… One of these (above the rest) that… is how the foolish crowd is made o… from being foolish on their own. Y…

Run as fast as you can. Red shades of dismal flowing fear melt to the glass of sand.

How many times must a man come to… with all of the troubles in life, where voyages tend to become sunke… and seems every path leads to stri… How often must he try, despite wha…

Unto what shall I liken my strugg… Unto a breath without air, gasping… for that which I can clearly see a… but like unto the shining stars of… lies as it would seem high above m…