Sat through another non-eventful f… while trying hard to feel somethin… Trying hard to find my way back to… I didn’t have to sit in this damn… For every day now seems a bit more…

As lightening shone and thunder bl… I danced the dance that dancers do… They danced it back and asked if… would mind them dancing through th… I thought no harm could come of th…

A tale I once heard of two men of… who’s lives were defined by the to… Each man was beholden to God for… so, when the time came that the pr… each fell to his knees and petitio…

Why do we always end up in the pla… Why is it freedom fades away and d… I think the problem lies within th… for it is not to win the war then… with vigilance. No sadly this is n…

Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…

Into the dark corners of desire, long left standing upon the un-swept floor of secret yearn… have I strived to press your memor… Which over time of endless days

I paused to stand and watch a man… my wonder soared as I watched his… He stood as if not noticing that m… they moved without a second glance… Then as I watched he stepped full…

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…

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…

How vast is the reach of the unive… How great be the distance between… How far in both ways does the leng… What distance exists between God… Illusive the answer to each of the…

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

With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.

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…

When all the leaves fall from the… what does it mean to you and me? Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be as now we reach the end. Is there some place we didn’t go?

Each day I run, each day I hide from the me I’ve locked inside. The me I made in younger years. The me reflected in my tears. The me my mother warned me of,