(2013)
Life is a wonderful thing, But sometimes deals a blow. Some will glide with little effort… And some will actually know. I say to you from here on out,
Clenched Upon the flat a warrior stood, The earth moved under him. Knowing that the sound he heard, Might never come Again.
Achromic I often wonder how it would be, To live a life in grey. A sky of drab, a ground of pale as… Everyone would look onto a world o…
How can I feel alone, When so many are around. How can I feel lost, When sporadically I am found. How can I feel broken,
Going far and sometimes near, making sounds so crystal clear. Giving life to every thing, listen close to hear it sing. On the wings of lifted flight, from dusk till dawn and thru the ...
A tangled soul inside have I That emanates thru time. The broken heart that started whol… In pieces now to find. Strife in life thus trace of glee…
He watched them rise as time passe… To see that life had echoed again So reminiscently. A time foretold…
Listening to the world unfold, Not to understand at all. A certain talent that’s foretold, A life that’s yet to call. Tiny features that start to form,
Snow capped reaching out Rocks tower in all angles Valleys far below. Searching for renewed valor commanding all a calm peace.
Out of pain a darkness fell. Along the wood, flows red stain. On a secret not to dwell. Into a life that will remain. Given to save the multitude.
Feeling of great respect. I travel life’s highway, and still I wonder yet. Is my strength enough to let my soul shine thru or does it come to me from deeds that I do. Does the love I h...
Still I look up to see the leafless branches. Unlike me steady and true, it moves wild and free. Cold sets in and I worry some for its health. I stay the same as the sprouts first appe...
A handy cap I have. A temp that stays even so or short lived made me sad. A mystery it seemed to me, how this nature works. Age has brought a wiser mind to face is less the hurt. It h...
I was told long ago. By someone wise and old. If you toss a little stone, big ripples will unfold. I have heard in the past,
Past the great Buffalo and across the field of dear. For all these words will lead you someday. Faulter not from the path I lead, for what I teach you in life you will need. Now hunt t...
