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…
A thin line extends to divide fait… and so often the side you are on i… for despite every effort to keep h… and despite every prayer and despi… that you’ve used to inspire and ke…
Waking I find another chill encru… where I shall walk alone in step o… to the blighted rhythm of what mus… and the looming shadows of what mi… My only solace comes of looking ba…
It doesn’t matter how the sun sets… nor how the clear streams flow. There is no joy in waves of grain or brilliant fields of snow. This world in all its glory
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…
The days don’t seem to give a damn… they march in step of time. They stare ahead with eyes of stee… while never breaking line. They torture me with disregard,
Sometimes love is easy, so natural… but often it isn’t that clear. Like fog in the morning makes trav… not knowing which way you should s… For what comes the day you must ma…
The words have fallen silent now a… The pills have taken over and I d… My bags have all been packed for m… Not car nor driver fits this mysti… The hallway doors each filled with…
There’s a corner of eternity where I’ve built a simple home. A place that I can go to when I want to be alone. A place where winds of
It feels like I’ve been around to… Every tune has become the same old… Every plight’s just a fight to no… cuz there’s no way to win. And I can’t help but notice as I’…
The state of the worse. The state… Is this the sad state where I fin… The evil inside me who long dwelt… I’d given him home for he felt lik… But then cast I did he out of nec…
He could have come to rule the wor… he should have been a king. He could have had all that he want… but then what would it bring? For he knew who he was and also
Haunted feelings carried by wings of night as shadows fly. Drip drop words from pages then feed the fire like oxygen. Muffled voices through the door.
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed in young and tender years, fall into drifting dust decay then sadly disappear. Are dreams to blame for broken hea…