A million times I’ve pulled the t… A million times the voices quiver, but every time they come again. They can’t be killed, there is no… Is all then lost, no hope at all?
Each path we walk, it forges somet… a step within a stair. A line part of a rhythmic pattern and we’re unaware. We’re so wrapped up in what’s befo…
It feels so deep, enchanted sleep. A haunting spirit. Eyes to weep. With trembling hand
Balancing midst them both, two liv… Split down the middle and torn at… Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing… who know only one side of things. Confliction, a way of life down to…
I can see it in your eyes from acr… makes my heart ache, it’s a mistak… compare the self-view, dark-hue wo… to the online best of who? Gosh dammit! I can’t stand it! If…
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…
Spent another day chasing like eac… and what did it gain us this time? It feels like we’re racing against… in effort to scavenge a dime. I guess I don’t get it– the purpo…
If I woke up and worked every day with a calm resolute execution of… or perhaps at least stayed on appr… with the basic things for which I… If with a small grain of faith I’…
Take a church full of sinners with… each needing profoundly the grace… Some trapped in addiction, some we… some struggling with faith, some w… Some filled with anger and some wi…
His love for her was strong but st… a longing in his soul took him to where he could be free… but ocean’s take their toll. He never did return
Do you feel the music? Does it capture in your soul the feelings that got lost in ther… as you’ve played out your role? Have you ever sat and listened,
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
Run as fast as you can. Red shades of dismal flowing fear melt to the glass of sand.
Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…
The piece that is missing is the piece of my heart that I threw like a stone when our love fell apart. Without looking I threw it
