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

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?

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

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

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

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

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

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

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

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

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,

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,