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

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

This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

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

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

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

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

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

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

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,

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

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,