...In saying these things, There’s truth in my voice And all that my eyes lay out for m… A world of color, it sings, By virtue of choice
Morning: Dance upon me, graceful as I am in solidarity; alone, tall sentry. I see the people come out
I love enough to trust But I care more, so I’m afraid Of the darkened past That could still last And leave you once more frayed
The River runs steady, I smell th… It fills my dying lungs with life. Out in the air, the motion brings… The piece reflected to keep pride. I can’t see the forest for the tre…
Stubborn, love is blind Charging forward like a bull Staring down defeat Crying at the real Shattered is the shielded soul
Stand by, butterfly on the Canterbury Bells; my memory can’t concede the Spring, not the way you look at me.
Work to pay to learn to work And fail to make it there; For the pretense of my knowledge Don’t lie to me like you care. The stress levels are rising;
A black sky, outlined in clouds Like the way your hair falls down… A breath of fresh air after severa… Humid, and my face is red, smiling… The trees hold high all that I ca…
What’s your story, come to tell? Take my seat, they’ll treat you we… You seem anxious, guess that makes… There’s never much here for me to… It’s strange to watch, this endles…
I sat in my study, crafting unholy… And looking, in general, for somet… When from outside my window, I h… That danced through my consciousne… I followed into an alley, and what…
Snow whisps form Across the black of the tar; Makes the street seem like a hidde… Floating, slipping Our vessel Ill-equipped to danger…
We’re animals in shades of grey; Truly we are. No whites or blacks among us; Just shadows of each others’ lives… Reminders of what we are without.
Push the engines forward, engaging full thrust. The eagle long since landed; what frontier could be left for us… If your goal’s to take the pain
A simple touch is all I need To get this calloused heart to ble… Like it did in the old days When love was something done in pl… Something to show me that you’re t…
Lo, and did the garden sing From the meticulation of my toil; That in my dreams, it came to me And took on skin as its new soil. Escape my chest, from waxing heart