(2014)
Those I have loved in my life.
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
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,
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
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
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
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…
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
