Pray For Me Brother
You have always been busy, with your everyday life, To earn and provide, for your children and wife, To go up the ladder, whence you can provide even more, But how much do you need, how much can you store.
Into The Jungle
The sun beats down on the broken traveler, As he scurries around for scarce a shelter, But where can he hide, out in the open, Like the meaning hiding behind a coaxing pen. Step by step, he goes, repeatedly tripping,
Waking Up
Just the two of us, walk up to the edge of the lawn, Waiting for the sun, to break out from the dawn, To pry apart from our feet, the morning dew, And witness the buds begin blossoming anew. Walking
Flowing Away
I still cant remember when they began, Or for how long and far they just ran, It seemed only yesterday that they had a cause, But even while it withered, they never had to pause. They flow into the cracks
A Flickering Lamp
Walking in the night, the moonlight as a guide, I feel as though I have abundant time to bide, Looking around, I find no place to safely hide, From the growing anxiety underneath my hide. From all sides the forces