It’s hard to always know in life which way is best to go. Following fads and trends tends to be not, from what I know.
In search of truth. In search of… In search of good. In search of r… If you seek to know what’s true, use as your guide this one sure cl… For each belief or grand insight -
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…
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,
I cannot help but wonder as I wan… and try to find a purpose in this… Why don’t we have a Moses or a No… like those who came before us had… Why don’t we have the likes of men…
Twas an ordinary scene on an ordin… she an ordinary woman on her ordin… Doing work of little consequence,… Could she have known that someday… For as she went to fill her pot a…
The words have fallen silent now a… The pills have taken over and I d… My bags have all been packed for m… Not car nor driver fits this mysti… The hallway doors each filled with…
Now, at the end, looking back... what else have I to do but reflect… in a sleepless round of ever mounting despair. Despair born and thereafter bred
If you see light through the trees… don’t look away just feel the air. It brings the whispering on the br… so in that moment fix your stare. For as the tulip breaks through sn…
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…
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…
So tired of fighting, don’t feel like writing here in the dark of the night. As I sit here and sit with my head full of shit
The feeling haunts me time and time again. I feel it as it’s coming like a scent upon the wind.
It’s different now, all the world around cloaked in grey, yet cool in the shadow. Void of sound,
The piece that is missing is the piece of my heart that I threw like a stone when our love fell apart. Without looking I threw it
