(2013)
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
