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,

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

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

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

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,

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

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

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