(written 2007) A weary outcast looks for rest from the long race to belong,And a lonely mute seeks to hold the warm hand of a song,A wandering crowd looks in vain for a companion glance,And Luck appears to be lost, searching for another chance. Knowing where they’ve been, they’re not afraid of fear,save that the …
(written 2006) Having sojourned a little among the thoughts and stories of individuals, I find myself studying with some semblance of seriousness the inner workings of the pathos contained within complex beings, who, at the end of a day’s pilgrimage of goals, longs only for that unqualified but priceless value which no standard of credential …
(to be read with a Mark Twain-esque accent)(written spontaneously 2006) Walking along life’s road one day, I saw with southern eyes, the pebbles upon the path ahead that had fallen from the crags above. And from those pebbles I divined a thought which I entrusted to myself, to keep, with no little sincerity, in the …
