(2014)
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.