What I didn’t want to see, always seems to help me realize the quiet fears remain inside, whenever I think of that time. Oh if could be revealed the true nature of love, it would be easy then to lose our originality in book and song, in dance and theatre. We would laugh ourselves into…

When is it we discover peace is in our soul, like listening to George speak about the Lord oh, life in a jungle, dancing on the beams, we all have this flaver of inspiration, captures our very being, to interrelate so directly, with indirect worlds.

That’s supposed to mean something, when suddenly we are fixated by some oddity, another moment in silence. We live our lives believing, having found some, solace, a quiet respite. Something of a word I stole, one night when finding a reflection I no longer wish to see. And then watch as evening turns to night,…

This dip inside the hollow wide expanse carries the burden of a vacant stair. Climbing our way through, hard to feel the moist walls, covered with tears, that embrace only one matter. An echo belies the true nature of love, lost inside the burden of sweet mystery. This concerns me, the moments when fragile all…

Look into your eyes would I see love, or the pain exists when broken promises leave our lives shattered in the mist. Satisfy an urge the questions remain, how simple our lives may be, how complicated the shadows have become waiting for the sun. Ask a moment if we could reflect upon a time when…

Seems readily accessible, this landing spot, choices will take us either direction. ~ We can stay inside all day in the musty memory of lost passions, and unfortunate treasures. ~ Cross over to the other side, there’s a reality, a place to stand a welcoming respite. ~ I once thought I knew just how bad…

It doesn’t have to be a sad day all right a glad day. It needs no symbolism. It only means we have record of another year. We could just call it another day, but somehow there is more. We were told we can decide when it is we want to believe in purpose. We were…

They play in my head these sudden anthems speaking of now, wishing for what was. I’m constantly trying to listen alone or be alone listening, not sure really which that I am. I’m hearing them in my head but am I able to repeat what I just thought I knew seconds before they are gone.…

There are days when tears do rain upon a quiet morning. The twilight all thoughts are drawn into one memory alone. It is hard to explain, the feeling is so embracing and yet far away unable to reach that spiritual moment when life becomes something else, something that was this thing that cannot be held…

Easy to imagine, how being compassionate becomes a hindrance beyond agreement. We shelter our lives around doubt second guessing, doing the right thing. I once felt compelled to care. Now I only wish to know moral freedom.