The question’s been posed – if a t… would it make any sound as it fell… If you think about it, there’s mil… that go on with no way we can tell… The Saltgrass that waves in the o…
I set out to live. I went out to… My dreams for life set– I could s… But the further I went and the mo… the reality is I can’t be them. So, in sorrow I pause looking bac…
Run as fast as you can. Red shades of dismal flowing fear melt to the glass of sand.
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…
What in the world are we doing? Who are we trying to beat? It seems like we live our lives ru… as if we are losing our seats. We never stop building up towers.
Always searching for the next good… and what the world can bring. Always looking for the next big de… and what it’s offering. Never thinking very far ahead
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
We can’t escape it, don’t know wha… People at each other, guess it’s o… Yeah, we’ve read about it. Is it here? I doubt it, but I’m here to tell ya that it al…
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…
The petal of a rose once fell then drifted slowly through the tr… Upon the wind it tumbled long until it drifted up to me. At first, I saw no value there
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
Long pressing bears the weight of the falling world around me. Over tinsel days yet hollow years has the growing spiral of downward… unwound before my eyes.
Take a look what’s before you, a l… this city of people with lives cru… Take a moment to listen, a moment… a moment in silence and see if you… From the window I’ve looked out a…
I woke one day as I recall, years back in time but not in mind… The reason I know not at all, but felt I there and humbled knew, for peace distilled as morning dew…
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…
