Seasons change as years go by, winter’s cold and summer dry. Life is hard in many ways, yet rings are formed as seasons ch… So, although not but bark we see,

A morning walk, amidst the trees,… The sound of crisp from frozen gro… I love the feeling that I get on… where light through all the empty… It makes me dream of times in spri…

It feels kind of like someone gave… mixed for the purpose of stamping… Slipped like a Mickey when I was… Slammed down the hatch and now all… is, “I don’t know why I feel noth…

Granite grandeur draped in snow, soft whisper falls, clear water fl… No hand extends to measure time, no cares ascend, no worries find. For purpose fades into the still,

Nothing can stop the unquenchable… fed by the flame of the deepest de… Born of a purpose, intent that is… in the one who’s determined to do… One who believes it can always be…

I stand here on the corner, steam of breath rising into the frozen air, staring, eyes fixed, longing to see...

Look there and tell me, what do you see? A darkening sky filled with fire. A fall into black holes, circling the things

How many times must a man come to… with all of the troubles in life, where voyages tend to become sunke… and seems every path leads to stri… How often must he try, despite wha…

Depression and heartache and yearn… common throughout all the years, general amongst all the masses, driven by so many fears. It’s truly the struggle of ages,

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…

The days don’t seem to give a damn… they march in step of time. They stare ahead with eyes of stee… while never breaking line. They torture me with disregard,

I must have wished a thousand time… that somehow we could live our liv… for something more. And I can’t help but wonder why we strive to keep so much in line,

The battle before us - “The Left and The Right”, calling to everyone, “Join in the fight!” Calling, demanding -

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