(2013)
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
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,
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
