(2009)
There is a joy that’s full within That flows from me from day to day… I feel no pressure or heavy burden To push me down with evil worry, I take no joy with sinful sources,
I don’t know how it came about, or… “it’s coming fast, you better run,… And so I ran, don’t know what fro… We ran and ran, the crowd and I,… cause just like that, whatever it…
With two so strong, they walk this… As others, pass them by, The good and bad they’ll share and… With each, to helping and guide, But while they have this, I fight…
I saw you in your grave, my love, Clusters of daisies left my hand, I saw, as swift as the grains of t… Someone releasing a dove in memori… So white and pure, as she soared a…
Upon sitting on an old log one day… I heard an unfamiliar sound my way… So, upon hearing the strange sound… I under covert stood behind a tree… As I listened for that strange so…
I’m back to the place where it all… As time progresses on, Each lasting memory holding still, Those least, forever strong, As I lay down, I start to go,
I walk through a wilderness and a… I have no sense of past and no tou… The wind blows, and so does life, And that’s the least of things I… Four seasons blow, things come and…
As I walked through the paths of… I once sat myself to ponder, and as I did, two scenes passed ov… The first of the two came on so fa… I closed my eyes in pain,
What came out, Went within, And from that Which went in, Came all those
Mom, you never thought in your lif… About a boy you’d adopt, Who’d speak more words then, Limb… And get told more then once, he sh… So you’ll be thinking I’m freakin…
For all the beauty in this world, I have waited just for you, As night ascends, you will to rise… In blood, with morning dew, The morning comes, and then the su…
Your life hold back from him, you’… Use doctors and meds, to pre-long… But whether by age or a life of cr… You’ll find but all too soon, That death will come for you.
An auctioneer is a rapper without… A talent of words with great feats… A rapper is a poet gone bad, A sorry excuse for a lad, A poet is philosopher of sorts,
The struggle comes only in glances… a life floats over me. All is quiet, a baby slips into a… so, I slip away too. They, our little angels fall, so…
The progression of one who’s least… Stands and takes his aim. Resembles of that the ones before, Quite nice. Then states his claim… Confusion spouts before a court,