Why do we always end up in the pla… Why is it freedom fades away and d… I think the problem lies within th… for it is not to win the war then… with vigilance. No sadly this is n…

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 charted once a course to gold, a place wherein I might take hold of everything I ever wished. Retire there; enjoy the bliss. But every time I thought that I

It was a beautiful story, I wish it was my own. It makes me think of you, so every now and then I turn it on.

I was a stranger, you took me in but I found you were stranger stil… I guess we’re two peas in a pod cuz neither of us fits the bill of all the many ways the world exp…

Hand on the wheel and mind in the… between Lubbock Texas and home. The sky is as big as the rolling p… no better place to be alone. It feels like a movie that’s mixed…

His love for her was strong but st… a longing in his soul took him to where he could be free… but ocean’s take their toll. He never did return

I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell

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…

Do you feel the music? Does it capture in your soul the feelings that got lost in ther… as you’ve played out your role? Have you ever sat and listened,

Run as fast as you can. Red shades of dismal flowing fear melt to the glass of sand.

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.

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

Running out of time to act, flashes in the mind. Running out of everything, too late to hit rewind. Wake and take a hammer to it,

Each path we walk, it forges somet… a step within a stair. A line part of a rhythmic pattern and we’re unaware. We’re so wrapped up in what’s befo…