Some may find it strange, how I built this firing range, it houses all the darkness and emotions that I feel It’s closed to other guests because it’s where my conscience rests, I know in here there is no fear and everything is real The structures made of glass so I can see through at … More My Firing Range
In a meadow, where nothing’s grown, there lives a Willow, all alone O’er the meadow blows a breeze, as the Willow dreams of other trees Longing for one friend to keep, this lonely Willow starts to weep Such sadness falls from its poor frond, it’s tears fall down, and form a pond Images reflect above, … More The Lonely Willow
Seven circles sit inside a silent stadium, they watch within One begins to shed his light, but learns that he’s committing sin Two then starts to make remarks, and quickly sees that he’s not fit Protecting Three was not in me and I should not have reached for it Number Four is at my door, … More Seven Circles
Twinkle twinkle, little star I fear you know not where you are When you’re in my world, it is quaint And we are all the things you ain’t Human law, it’s cool I guess But do not make us say digress Cause at that point, things won’t anoint And souls won’t make it to their … More Twinkle Twinkle
Such sadness, sorrow, sores of men Lie rest in all transgression, sin Such serene solitude falls in The story of this Anne Boleyn Maiden of the arts and crafts A beauty who, through all, would laugh Always thinking, shirts she’d hem And always making mice of men Sharpened tongue, a sharper heart No other could … More Anne Boleyn
Calm yourself, come closer, near For there’s a sound that I wish you to hear Close your pretty eyes, love, and just try to listen in Yes, I see you grinning to the tune of violin Lay down the things around you All the weight those shoulder’s bear Step into my room, love Shut out … More Life’s True Journey
Unforgiving, relentless, cruel More sour than lemon or lime Yielded by Life, this emotionless tool Deals pain that’s inevitable: Time No matter the love or the laughter it sees It strikes without warning or sign Its flame turns to smolder the most peaceful of trees All beginnings, it ends by design Why, all too often, … More Love & Loss
