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

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,

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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