She Feels Very Sad, She Looks… The Dark Clouds That Float Abov… The Sadness Is Gone, When She T… “The Rain Won’t Come,” Not Just… Love Created All Things, That T…

Sometimes when she’s all alone She wonders why you’re gone. Why you went and left her On this earth all alone She wonders what you’re thinking

You and her together they’ll be Stealing cocoa and kisses beside t… Her heart would warm to feel you n… To touch your face, your lips, you… These images run rampant through h…

Through all the stress and all the… The thought of giving up almost dr… At times he feels as though it’s a… He often relaxes and meditates, so… But with so much negativity how wi…

Each morning when she wakes up, She knows that there will be A rose on her kitchen counter, That you have picked for her. She knows many wives get roses,

Consider a moment the clear blue s… Have you ever stared at a sight li… And boldly wondered “Why?” What if just a little darker With a hint of red inside.

What’s going on? Instead of better It’s turning wrong. It’s every day Cain kills Abel, For less than colors

A father’s love is special, it is… It isn’t earned and can’t be bough… Through childhood scrapes and tear… Through teenage years boys and dat… Had she listened to your wisdom in…

Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change

A facelift, a browlift, and swolle… Stapled tightness across a tired b… Lying beneath a cloudburst of ice… Struggling to be beautiful and you… Eye lids don’t close when she is s…

A child... Brought into this cold world not o… Brought here to face the challenge… Full of curiosity; so eager to har… How the pieces fit together in thi…

Loved that old dog, Missed him when he died. Deserved what he got, Shook him up till he cried. Barked at a mountain lion,

Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…

Her beautiful Ballerina She sits and admires Pliait 1,2,1,2 Again

Thoughts, Swirling like mist, Obscuring Reality. Marginal distinctions