Did I lie awake at night, or did I dream in color? Such wonderous things I saw and heard, that took me to the other

I hate how I feel although common it seems, having been once again what I swore I’d not be. Yes, despite all the talks

It’s colder now and seems somehow more empty than before. I wish I’d known the future then, and what it held in store. No longer is there will of heart

Oh, why so many dreams bestowed in young and tender years, fall into drifting dust decay then sadly disappear. Are dreams to blame for broken hea…

I tried today and failed again. I’ve tried so long I don’t know w… it ever went the way of which I pl… I’ve given up on wondering why. I’ve learned it doesn’t help to cr…

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 -

A life sustained by water pure, yet marred by memory of the wine. Like fragrant waft of soft allure diminished not by hands of time. Forever clear the water streams,

A road begun, so distant. A masterpiece, insistent. Divided rolls at parting, provided each a farthing with usury demanding.

Standing at the mirror someone I no longer know. Standing there, staring back, looking all alone. Says he wants to be like me

I once beheld an ancient scene as… where many people gathered to the… Disciples came from all around and… to hear the words of he whom they… But on this would be fateful day,…

What happens when you finally deci… to change what you’re doing and sw… Is it like when the fog clears awa… and you find where you stand? Or is it more like the unveiling o…

Sinners & publicans. Pharisees, s… Unto neither of these could I eve… for I read of these groups in the… and both make me feel to exclaim w… “Oh praise be that I’m not as oth…

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

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…

It’s different now, all the world around cloaked in grey, yet cool in the shadow. Void of sound,