Walk With Me

I know you see things as I do There’s nothing we need to think through Take my hand, come walk with me There’s no one here else but us, you see Underneath these sparkling stars The entire world is ours Pick a place: below, above Say the word. It’s yours, my love There’s not a … More Walk With Me

Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life

Over time, I began to realize more and more how strange I probably came off to people by doing stuff like this. It would make the other person think I’m subtly acknowledging an imperfection or something. Messed up hair, wrinkled shirt, whatever. Which wasn’t at all what I was doing, but it probably appeared that way nonetheless. … More Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life

Aftermath

There is no clearer smoke and mirror Than the haze of government It does not matter what’s your stature Practice pilgrimage or lent The world should not be dictated by those who wish you in a trance Nor should you beholden to a politician’s circumstance It is so clear Our Lords, austere Are nothing more … More Aftermath

Religion: Has the Time Come to Begin Asking the Hard Questions?

Before I get into this topic, I want to make absolutely certain that anyone reading this knows that I respect whatever they choose to believe. I’m not coming into this with the presumption that what I believe is 100% infallible truth, because it isn’t. A point which lends quite well to our introduction into this … More Religion: Has the Time Come to Begin Asking the Hard Questions?

Simplicity

It matters not, if you agree Or if, instead, you disagree How I view you, and you view me Matters, incidentally We will not change the minds of men Nor woman, child, or their kin Unless we try to get along Where right is right, and wrong is wrong Division is no way to build … More Simplicity

Across the Way

I spent an hour in high tower And looked across the way I wondered how the people now there Think, or what they’d say Has the King done all the things He promised for the land? Or are the rings of songs he sings For he, his court, his Hand? Are the fields, the crops … More Across the Way