Our hearts are very complex things… Yet in ways they’re just machines, A vital part for us to live, But is it heart or mind, that crea… Because someone wears different sh…

A coin can land on heads or tails,… That it can land on not alone, it… Pain and pleasure are intertwined,… The side on which we have nothing,… If we take something perceived as…

Winter soon will settle in, and th… The heart it seems is frozen, but… This coldness came, from being sav… My savior, a woman loved so well, Then one day a boctor came, saying…

I, need not, look for answers; fo… What, I thought, was, missing;arr… I’m no longer, searching;in my hea… That though, I feel incomplete;I… Technology, at my fingertips;yet m…

You, might think, I am, a fool;be… Yet I know, somewhere, deep withi… I’ve been given, a gift, so rare;f… And as, they’re wrapped, inside lo… I held on, while, storm clouds loo…

I have places in the heart, That other’s can not see, Only seen with dreaming eyes, A hidden part of me, There are things that people say,

Its 3am in the morning, And the darkness closes in, The nightmares booked for passage, Each night the trip begins, Cold sweat is what awakens you,

Rain is falling and it cools the a… It eases the summer’s heat, And as life goes on around us, Tomorrow lies at our feet, Lightning bolts soon fill the sky,

Christmas colors, are red and gree… Because, it seems, there is no way… Can, these holidays, mean more;if,… Or does, the meaning, somehow, get… Carolers and snowmen, tinsel amd l…

On the stage which we call life, There’s a play on every day, In the roles which we live, Passion has its way, It brings a trembling to the hands…

Some, are saying, you must, move o… Even more, say just, let go, They say, accept it, for what it i… Yet, they, don’t even know, What, you really, mean, to me,

Every day without you, is another… There has to be a way to you, but… What the path just might be, there… I guess we both carry our pain, so… The path might lead through mounta…

Outside rain is falling, While inside it’s raining tears, The combination of rain falling, And the things that no one hears, Brings me to a time and place,

Where do all the answers go, For the questions that we pose, Are those answers inside ourselves… In a place that never shows, Do we look to the world around,