I should never have loved in inequ… I should never have allowed my heart to take the bait of loving someone as beautiful as… But damn it, love is blind!

Blind keepers, mind readers, throw them in the pod. Make them think they have a way to see through all the fog.

They say that the truth is a hard… but maybe it’s time that we see that we as a people are nothing bu… ensuring that’s how it will be. We stand up demanding there’s tole…

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…

What in the world are we doing? Who are we trying to beat? It seems like we live our lives ru… as if we are losing our seats. We never stop building up towers.

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…

We want the same and fear the chan… yet all the while we just complain of everything single thing under t… I’ve heard it is a general rule, that man is nothing but a fool

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…

I’ve not been one to take it slow, just like the tulips break through… in eager haste to taste of Spring. So likewise I want everything. Each day more warm,

I wake to find a scene unkind, on vessel I do stand. Adrift at sea, lost, scared and co… in desperate need of land. “Why am I here? Where should I t…

What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…

Greatness... Born of hearts desire, flame of inner fire. Dies to quiet fear, fades and disappears or,

Midst fear and doubt, when prayers have ceased, unannounced, without a sound, returns the clouds and falls the rain...

Dim lit, damp and distant corner torn from dream of vapor’s fold. Slow descent to worlds divided, nothing hot and nothing cold. Long ago this soul forgotten,

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…