(2014)
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
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,
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
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
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.