I can’t stand another year of this with the sales that start after su… and the songs that play round the… and the gosh darn ice and snow. And the ho ho ho’s, and the jingle…

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…

It seems evil flourishes time afte… Men follow cycles of hate, greed a… mixed in with apathy, jealously, f… I’ve wondered the cause but it’s r… For the war rages on betwixt Sata…

This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.

There’s less than two hours to walk in the sand. To sail the wide oceans and see foreign lands. There’s less than two hours

I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee

A million ways to spend a day not tried them all but have to say… that if I had the way to when I’d quiet find and open then the pages of the poet’s hand.

Sailed an ocean just to reach you, passed through a hurricane or two, hit land to find a ring upon your… I was almost there for you. Crossed a continent to find you,

Light... what a beautiful light. If only to touch for a moment as day turns to night. And how...

The morning air to which I have a… whispers softly upon me, the subtl… For the aroma of distant fire has… to greet me in the dim of dawn, de… that time has at long last carried…

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…

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.

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.

How long can rolling waters stay impure in their decree? How long can all the world behold the many signs they see, and not consider what is meant,

What happens when you finally deci… to change what you’re doing and sw… Is it like when the fog clears awa… and you find where you stand? Or is it more like the unveiling o…