Life is full of wonderment It is full of inspiring sights and… From the tender grace of a kiss To the seismic rumblings undergrou… Within this selfish orb they live

She is a consumer in a living hell… She is manic-depressed Bi-Polar y… She takes pills, pills, pills. Th… There’s still lots of stigma. Too… But there will come a day when she…

Oh what spell of magic could he we… Were his pen a magic wand, a wizar… Oh spell of joyous laughter sounds… For powerful’s the magic just one… But,...whwhaWhat’s haHappening he…

Saddled with confusion and burdene… Perplexed in hectic wonderings, He struggles on alone. Striving for the greater height, i… He staggers on to win what’s right…

Weeping eyes tears lost love Reminiscing brilliance a morning d… Sorrow filling a lonely void Caressing thoughts of yesterday Sunshine weeping grass glittering…

Dear Love, Yesterday was filled with pain and Sorrow so they spoke. Because of this, yesterday grew Farther and farther away.

He wonders now and quests in vain At two or three or four, Before the dawn has lit the pane Or crept across the floor. Is time a rose that plays them fal…

You are her younger brother, Like you there is no other. They grew up having lots of fun, She regrets those days are done. It’s sad that childhood can’t last…

Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering

As he sits out by a pond he came t… That he has mastered both body and… On that night he looked for a plac… Where they cared not for beauty an… When he emerged into the night,

May Autumn bring you these, The glory of painted trees; Flaming hills and amber fields, The bounty that harvest yields. The mystery of a country lane,

Escape from the past, To set your self free. She wonders when that time Will ever come to her. Escape from the past,

Did you know that you were special… That Love chose you to be, The Grandparents of an angel, That soon again they’ll see. You loved her very much,

The Truth as she sees it Is not in the past A dance that stepped The Truth is Dancing and singing

Days in school were very hard. Ways to make him “right”, they tri… Wrong, is how teacher said he wrot… Long hours they drilled on change. Hide his talent, was all he did;