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- To see the weepish moon in the shadows of the sun, hanged low as if bowing its head for a moment of prayer, brings memories of times when cruelty sh..
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For my brother, Michael. May he rest in peace.
8/1/'79 - 9/8/'11
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- Nights of roaming, wandering, stumbling. Time lost, as minutes and hours pass. Weary and restless from my plaguing thoughts but still, one very thou..
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- In just a short time, I've come around- yet, in just as short a time, you've let me down.There are times I've waited on you, times you've never even..
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- Why do I sit here, waiting on that call? Why do I sit and wait at all? I should have known better than to just give in but then, there was always "w..
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- As I sit here alone, I am in deep thought. I yearn for fulfillment, for my happiness to be sought. It's sad- lately, I spend my time drowning in sor..
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Luminous hours sunder, as dusk aligns in. Gratis spirits straggle, suiting night tides begin.
In advance of shadows, the alleys and crowd, essences n..
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- Wild thoughts, they run through my head, like a monster unleashing, that hasn't been fed. - Image after image, flash after flash, a pain in my stoma..
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- Shooting stars streak a black sky. Frail beauty admired quickly, here and gone in the blink of an eye. - The night sky's boldness clings to flickeri..
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- Awakened to clouds of grey overcoming skies of bright and given to me again- another sleepless night. Thoughts of my dreams reawaken a feeling of ye..
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