(2014)
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
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,
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.