As lightening shone and thunder bl… I danced the dance that dancers do They danced it back and asked if… Would mind them dancing through th… I thought no harm could come of th…
What do the heavens think of me? When God looks down what does he… What things run through his mind a… Beholding one who once was there, now forging through this world of…
Greatness Born of hearts desire Flame of inner fire Dies to quiet fear Fades and disappears
Long pressing Bears the weight of the falling wo… Over tinkered days and hollowed ye… Has the growing spiral of downward… Unwound before my eyes
I wish it would have been a war that was the explanation for the reason you are not around, the reason I don’t hear the sound of your voice anymore.
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
Some were hired at the break of da… Then others hired each passing hou… And when the eve was drawing nigh… Looked out and saw some in the str… So then he went to them and asked,…
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
The battle before us The Left and the Right Calling to everyone Join in the fight Calling, demanding:
Take a look what’s before you, a l… A city of people with lives crumbl… Pause a moment to listen, a moment… A moment for silence and see if yo… From my window I’ve looked out an…
Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…
Unto what shall I liken my struggle filled walk in life? Unto a breath without air, gasping and grasping for that which I can clearly see,
Why should I try to make sense of… When thus far all endeavors have f… Why should I struggle to win in t… When each chance that I’ve had I’… What can I make of the pieces tha…
How odd this ragged stranger seems Who jarred me from my frozen stare At dust and dreams and other thing… For which I spend my time and car… No other man hath paid him mind
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