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

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,

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

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

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

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

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

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

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

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

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