Looking out from deep inside this fortress here wherein I hide. Formed brick by brick in rounds of… some circumstantial, others made by hand selecting from the first -

It seems so very long ago and yet… we stood as one and made the vow t… Then sealed this vow as things are… But at the time it never crossed o… that such a vow has not the power…

An old porch swing made once for t… Cool night breeze calling out to y… Ten thousand memories rise above, the sunset waters of our love. Just like the day slips into the n…

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

The torn remain of what was plain waves now ore frozen ground, in winds that blow cold ice and snow

Dim lit, damp and distant corner torn from dream of vapor’s fold. Slow descent to worlds divided, nothing hot and nothing cold. Long ago this soul forgotten,

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,

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…

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

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,

There’s something worse than feeli… yes, worse than feeling blue. There’s something worse than feeli… and knowing you’ve been used. There’s something worse than feeli…

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…

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,

Have you perhaps, held on too long to the place you call home? Have you let too much time slip by… avoiding the unknown? It’s hard not to be scared of chan…

I get a little tired of it– folks… they must be happy all the time or… of some traumatic end, oh yes, lik… if once in a blue moon they have t… It makes no sense to me at all. J…