Tis an interesting thing to consid… the value of a quiet example set. Like the crystal streams, or the m… consistent, constant, always there… Blessing every soul who happens by…
Now, at the end, looking back... what else have I to do but reflect… in a sleepless round of ever mounting despair. Despair born and thereafter bred
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…
Write me a poem she said from her… and tell the dark secrets that lie… Dig it all up from the deepest of… Tell in your poem what you’ve not… Write your way through all the lay…
At the end of the day if the truth… we don’t own a single thing we hol… Not the spoils we gain, nor the go… Not the things we reap. Not the t… that we build upon, where we stake…
What are the things that we live f… Can we honestly say they’re the th… that if push came to shove we woul… The thought leaves me contemplatin… how totally different it would all…
Got circles in my mind, but words don’t help me find, so I stare at the world to watch i… Got circles in my mind, in the pond of space and time
I one time dreamed a dream wherein… where every step a memory was, and… I saw each day I ever lived, they… Each opportunity to give now stood… I saw each thing I ever owned and…
You’re not what you think. Things aren’t as they seem. Lived your whole life against what you believe. I know that it’s hard not to
Love has so many forms by which it… in simple acts of kindness made in… Sometimes it takes a hand and spen… Sometimes it takes a few steps bac… And every time two lovers finally…
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.
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
Standing at the mirror someone I no longer know. Standing there, staring back, looking all alone. Says he wants to be like me
Heard a song of broken halos, folded wings that used to fly. Wondered why I go where I go. Yeah, broken halos as miles went b… Angels used to come and teach me,
Took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. I took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. There’s no way to understand this,