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 -
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
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…
You saved them but then fell again… the circle’s in the sky. Divided fence and happenstance don’t care if it’s a lie. Tomorrow’s way fades into grey
Two birds left the nest after they… setting off to find what the world… Each had what it takes to ascend i… but each bird also had different r… One lived a life to soar above, hi…
When forever finally comes to town… when it stands outside to knock up… I’ll hide inside, not make a sound… get on the ground, lay in the dark… And if forever’s not deterred, no…
With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.
It feels kind of like someone gave… mixed for the purpose of stamping… Slipped like a Mickey when I was… Slammed down the hatch and now all… is, “I don’t know why I feel noth…
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
I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell
So tired of fighting, don’t feel like writing here in the dark of the night. As I sit here and sit with my head full of shit
Daddy, spend some time with me, it’s all I really need. It doesn’t have to be that much, let’s go do simple things. Help me remember times back when
I get a little tired of it– folks… they must be happy all the time or… of some traumatic end, oh yes, lik… if once in a blue moon they have t… It makes no sense to me at all. J…
Midst fear and doubt, when prayers have ceased, unannounced, without a sound, returns the clouds and falls the rain...
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