(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
#Angel #Friend
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
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,
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
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?
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
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…
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
