So here I sit, desperately trying to not be a poor excuse for a working man.
Ruminations of a Working Man: Here I Sit
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Chasing the Rain – Revisited
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Yours Or Mine
I will not be torn apart by prideful fingertips... Yours or mine.
5-Second Love Note
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
Utterances of a Weary Soul
The moonlight was irascible that night, and chilled me to the bone though all else was utterly balmy , with a slight breeze.
Of Caught-Soughts and Could-Stoods
Tread the world with light-footed dreams Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams To knock your block into being caught-sought...
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
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