(2012)
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,
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.
Lost in time to weep once more, How one becomes this way. A full life lived and then to find… A change to come my way. This thing that lives inside of me…
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…
Knelt on a mesa, the warrior cries… A spirit shaped cloud rises toward… Hailing ancestors that trailed in… summoning tradition as his shadow… Two Eagles fall in a spiral of de…
Listen to a distant cry, across the plains unknown. A silhouette against the moon, casting shadows too and fro. A warning of the coming night, the hunt that will ensue. The sacrifice of...
Aunt Annie May would always say Children go out to play One by one the deed was done As they were on their way. Aunt Annie May watched them play
When two souls are one, They are joined by a ring. There hearts beat together and sho… When two souls are one, its nature… When two souls are one, the tears…
Snow capped reaching out Rocks tower in all angles Valleys far below. Searching for renewed valor commanding all a calm peace.
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...
He watched them rise as time passe… To see that life had echoed again So reminiscently. A time foretold…
Life’s a dream of endless thought, that wonders thru my soul. It guides me to that inner place, and shows me where to go. Life’s a dream of gentle ways, that surf upon my mind. It makes...
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,
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...