Them: Hey, how about that weather? Did you watch the game last night? Me: I always wonder whether
Out of the stillness a voice cries… Does it cleave the quiet from pain… And to it I return a shout That echoes through the dark abyss… The trees cry out in weary vain
Oh I went for a walk outside toda… To see what’s on the other side Of the door left ajar to let in al… And keep out all the people who di… I saw flags hung from the gleaming…
Love-struck, I wanted to believe That you could do no wrong, and ye… The gashes on my heart conceive The words you spoke: I won’t forg… But time, that rushing ocean purge…
Everybody’s got problems, and I’m… Don’t be down, just ask around To find your betterment. You look to stars and eyes above To help you, to save you,
The mossy green hanging from fores… Browns on the tree trunks, white f… The dusk’s deeping purple, rose hu… What wonders to see! What wonders… The crumbs of the earth piled up h…
Blind to the future, numb from the… The traveler’s road Is wrought with misuse Our gods are fewer, our fates are… And we cower from the abuse.
Cormamin Naini’ A! Yallume. Amin cael ele nal 'ma… Dina, cormamin. Lle n’ ten? Last he lalaith, ve’ tinuviel, mit… Amin sinta lle, melamin?
What do you know about being alive… What would your younger self answe… Too many locks, and not enough key… What do you know about being alive… You could live until you were a hu…
Have you seen the papers? Have you heard the news? We have a brand new president To take away our blues! Because our lives are filled with…
I bitch about people texting and d… Then rev my engine and break the s… What the hell is the difference? We’re all sharing road space and a… When I’m walking down the city st…
Down among the hilly brush Where earthen paths doth twist and… ‘Neath branches filled with wren a… Hushed low to hear the planet’s ch… Red apples grow, their husks aglow
A peasant and king combined to mak… Tiny, slimy thing that can’t hear… What roads have you traveled with… What stories unravel themselves fr… Watch the world racing past, watch…
There is something so mysterious about a photograph of a stranger. Often meaningful, sometimes filled with emotion or purpose. I am a collector of the fallen, their faces frozen in time...
Through the rain or snow or sleet Will we tread on with weary feet. We walk on fast, for we do dread Our weary feet won’t find a bed. It’s loneliness we feel each day