(2014)
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
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
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
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
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,
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much