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

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,

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

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

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

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.

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...

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

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