(2014)
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
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?
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,
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
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
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.