flowers love the feel of rain, spring adores the flowers; sadness needs the touch of spring so to lose its powers powers come and powers go, ever waxing, waning — so much good can only come after it’s been raining
When all you love is still the same, But somehow, not enough; When every path’s abandoned, each New friend, a new rebuff — When days stretch on like oceans, And the nights are heavy lade, And all you ever dreamed about Dissolves and starts to fade Then hope becomes a beacon you Must follow to … Continue reading "When All You Love"
a hundred-weight of dreams inside a thousand-weight of fears; some scattered days of hope within and dozen months of tears — a dread that’s born of emptiness, a questioning of worth: a plague of such anxiety as rends the very earth. the colors of accomplishment, ineptitude, or both; the tearing sound that signifies both injury … Continue reading "a hundred-weight of dreams"
as cares, like grass, grow everywhere and wild, and hills to climb stretch out and multiply, you stand and look at all the ones you conquered, and think about the doubts you've had, and why. for journeys all stem from dissatisfaction, when where you are's not where you want to be -- so cares, like … Continue reading ""
Handsome on the hill Beautiful and strong You will find some peace It won’t be that long Hope is not just wishing Love’s without machinery Look out on desire Cultivate the scenery
Under control is not tied down. Choices made belong to us: Explanations are not owed, There’s no reason to discuss How we choose to live our life. Keep your confidence, and soul: Choose the ties and braids you make, Keep your reasons yours, And whole
I would defend your honor, if I could: There’s now a pressure on my eyes, That makes my vision blurry; And send benighted temper, with its hood, As lately, I would realize, It’s dangerous to scurry – To where it never bothers you again – As constantly, mortality Surrounds, and I’m aware: And be a … Continue reading "Interlace 1"
what is your truth? what have you seen when no one else was there to see? is there a lonely spot of road that's made from you or maybe me? you knew one in the wintertime when walls were painted with despair and no place that you went preferred to anywhere or everywhere what is … Continue reading "Token"
One day soon, you’ll see the sun, And it will not be leaving; One day soon, you’ll find some time For something else than grieving. One day soon, a fondest hope Will be within achieving — Yes, one day soon, you’ll find it, love, If you can keep Believing