(2014)
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,
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
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
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
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
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.