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

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

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

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

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

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

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

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,

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…

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.

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