(2014)
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
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…
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
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,
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