There’s a corner of eternity where I’ve built a simple home. A place that I can go to when I want to be alone. A place where winds of
Into the dark corners of desire, long left standing upon the un-swept floor of secret yearn… have I strived to press your memor… Which over time of endless days
The petal of a rose once fell then drifted slowly through the tr… Upon the wind it tumbled long until it drifted up to me. At first, I saw no value there
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…
When will it be that it’s my time… I see all the signs in the air. Must I wait through storms til th… or is there a milder path there? When I was young, I never spent t…
I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee
We wait for what we long for, we long for what we need. Impatience and anxiety give root to errant deed that grows to yield but heartache,
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
Two sons of God, who equal were s… in Heaven’s splendid landscape wai… Both men had sketched a million ti… to build there by their faith and… and face the trials and tests that…
Depression and heartache and yearn… common throughout all the years, general amongst all the masses, driven by so many fears. It’s truly the struggle of ages,
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…
I sometimes sit awake at night unsure what I should do, swimming through my thoughts yeah, all the worries of the day. I guess I like the solitude,
Who knows how many layers over generations
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.
No bird remains to sing his song. so silence pounds the whole day lo… In beat with memory of the day I clapped to make him go away. The fault, it clearly lies with me
