(2012)
#Dreaming #Outdoors #Peace #Summer
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
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…
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
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
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
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,
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much