(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
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,
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
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
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,
