Once in a while I hear words that… Most times I let ‘em go by, but s… Seconds turn into hours, so I liv… Dive deep into words, words as dee… Things I’ve wanted to say since t…
Soft moonlit eyes that paralyze. Unbridled passion on the rise. The room afire in fading light. Fragrant desire fills up the night… As worlds dissolve, so unaware.
Try on for trying. Cry on for crying. Die on for dying. Fear not to fear. Hunger’s deep burning.
Two sons of God, who equal were s… in Heaven’s splendid landscape wai… Both men had sketched a million ti… to build there by their faith and… and face the trials and tests that…
With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.
What is the point of going on, is there something left to find? Too many days of rise and fall have left me far behind. And what’s to gain in trying to fe…
Let it go, let it flow - cut it with your words. Slash at every piece of it until it finally hurts.
It feels like I’ve been around to… Every tune has become the same old… Every plight’s just a fight to no… cuz there’s no way to win. And I can’t help but notice as I’…
Most people have a lot, most have a list of gidgets and gadgets and trinkets to buy. It’s just human nature
Things to adorn yourself. Things for your home. Things of a thousand kind, what do you own? Gather it all til you have everyth…
Take a church full of sinners with… each needing profoundly the grace… Some trapped in addiction, some we… some struggling with faith, some w… Some filled with anger and some wi…
I have nothing more to write. I h… I have nothing left inside. I hav… I have everything that’s precious.… I am daily given all I need to ma… I am so damn tired of trying when…
Blind keepers, mind readers, throw them in the pod. Make them think they have a way to see through all the fog.
Once a man of old age sat beside m… And I listened and nodded polite. He spoke of a difficult life long… Days of hard work and hardship and… He told me how little they had to…
There’s a heart that beats and a clock that chimes. Moments pass as they both keep tim… Opportunities lost again. Words don’t flow from an idle pen.