The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

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…

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

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,

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

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

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

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