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

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,

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

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,

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.

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

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

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

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

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know