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

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

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

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

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

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

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

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

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…

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

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

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,