(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
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,
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
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
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…
