I’m wanting to see just what me I… I’m testing the water to test grav… I leap to the sky just to see if… I’m shedding my cover to find wher… I’m spreading my wings cuz I thin…
The state of the worse. The state… Is this the sad state where I fin… The evil inside me who long dwelt… I’d given him home for he felt lik… But then cast I did he out of nec…
A thin line extends to divide fait… and so often the side you are on i… for despite every effort to keep h… and despite every prayer and despi… that you’ve used to inspire and ke…
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…
Naive enough to believe that it’s… the world spins around the old red… God set it up, and so surely it’s… He’ll keep it forever, I’m sure h… to return some fine day and then n…
Sitting here thinking, another wee… Another small increment moved from… It feels like it does when you’re… half grasping consciousness, half… When you’re not quite sure if it’s…
Too many nights, too many times I’ve woke in sweat and had to find a way to push you out again, and pray once more that this will… That from my heart you’ll finally…
Trembling and shaking and out of c… The burn in my mind, a deafening p… The sight of your visage, the feel… Oh god in the heaven make this go… The voices descending, a haunting…
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,
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
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
Sandstorm churning in my mind toni… driven by the wind of change. And I know... it’s not that easy. Drove a million miles and it is al… spinning through the circles of my…
Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.
This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.
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…
