I’d take a knife and cut it out like some deep-down infected gout if only it were there under my ski… I’d prick a vein and let it bleed, free flowing, nothing to impede
One struggles beneath the ever-bea… One rises up in revolution, wantin… One gives his life a soldier so th… One celebrates in freedom as they… One starts his life from nothing b…
A million things swimming around i… Things I could say that should ne… Things I could tell that you’d ne… Things that I’ve seen that are to… Things that I’ve heard that are n…
No bird remains to sing his song. so silence pounds the whole day lo… In beat with memory of the day I clapped to make him go away. The fault, it clearly lies with me
When your choice is Coriantumr or… does it matter what the answer is? It’s kind of like Russian Roulett… you lose no matter who you get. To die by fire or die by ice.
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
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…
If I woke up and worked every day with a calm resolute execution of… or perhaps at least stayed on appr… with the basic things for which I… If with a small grain of faith I’…
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…
This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.
What lies beneath a sea of numb where ships of heart were taken do… Sunk to the bottom with the one I hated and I meant to drown. For in its hull it carried pain
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…
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…
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…
