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…

Sitting here thinking, another wee… Another small increment moved from… It feels like it does when you’re… half grasping consciousness, half… When you’re not quite sure if it’s…

Another spotlight, make the headli… A final shout-out to the ranks of… Did I make you stop and think? Now looking down... from the look… me and every other ghost in this t…

A silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…

Was Earth created by God’s hand a… when scientific findings seem to d… Is it possible that all things for… The odds against are infinite so,… For no one thinks a tool exists wi…

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…

It seems that life’s a limbo so if… it’s hard to not conclude that eve… For everything we do, in time fade… The shiny steel of bliss today eac… So how can Heaven hold its awe wh…

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 stars that fill the midnight s… or single grains of sand cannot compare to all his works too vast to understand. What number counts the drops of ra…

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…

Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.

Does it matter what you do or matter what you say? Does anything mean anything when you live Groundhog Day? Is there a way to please the Gods

Once crashed the waves in tempest’… and blew the wind as sails were to… Once drove the rain against frozen… as darkness took the vessel in. Once void of any hope at all,

Can you grasp a piece of midnight, from the furthest reach of the sky… when it seems nothing has gone rig… and there’s no reason why? Can you see yourself from the shad…

When I was young I was eager and… believing in something came quite… Found new things to conquer and ne… worked hard for perfection most al… Dug through information piled high…