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,

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

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

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

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

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

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

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

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

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

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