(2014)
Those I have loved in my life.
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
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
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
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,
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
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
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
