(2013)
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
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?
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
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
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
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…
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
