(2014)
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…
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
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?
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 Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know