Picture frame the moments. In diaries write them down. Hold on to such with all you have for times will come around, when they will be all that you hav…
Naive enough to believe that it’s… the world spins around the old red… God set it up, and so surely it’s… He’ll keep it forever, I’m sure h… to return some fine day and then n…
“Do unto others”, the Savior once… a golden rule given to sum it all… But we seem to want something comp… like it is too simple or it’s not… But nothing more’s needed and that…
What is the point of going on, is there something left to find? Too many days of rise and fall have left me far behind. And what’s to gain in trying to fe…
Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel... never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time,
This is the reason I do what I do… A rhyme, a song in shades of blue. Connections made to a million ties… The longing stare of a million eye… Peering out from the darkness, sou…
Does it matter what you do or matter what you say? Does anything mean anything when you live Groundhog Day? Is there a way to please the Gods
The Savior walked on water. The Savior raised the dead. The Savior healed the blind and l… and then the Savior said - that those who would believe in hi…
I charted once a course to gold, a place wherein I might take hold of everything I ever wished. Retire there; enjoy the bliss. But every time I thought that I
They struggle to know how I feel, yet each question they ask only ma… And they search for a way to get i… Hell, the door isn’t locked, it ju… They remember the way that I was.
Look there and tell me, what do you see? A darkening sky filled with fire. A fall into black holes, circling the things
Looking out from deep inside this fortress here wherein I hide. Formed brick by brick in rounds of… some circumstantial, others made by hand selecting from the first -
Why should I try to make sense of… when thus far all endeavors have f… Why should I struggle to win in t… when each chance that I’ve had I’… What can I make of the pieces tha…
Unto what shall I liken my strugg… Unto a breath without air, gasping… for that which I can clearly see a… but like unto the shining stars of… lies as it would seem high above m…
No bird remains to sing his song. so silence pounds the whole day lo… In beat with memory of the day I clapped to make him go away. The fault, it clearly lies with me
