In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,