Once I saw the light in your eyes, but the last thing I saw was fear hidden behind the confusion of denial… like a pillar of salt, I was useless to hold up anything but myself, so I turned away with a prayer… Where once stood a man is now a mirror of my past,…

Every little movement tells a story of how you buy your time with token acts of gratitude and empty words of wisdom… Wisdom only comes from experience, otherwise, it’s just letters arranged on some random page in a book or on your lips, doesn’t matter… I can listen to the message and leave the mess and…

I never once thought that I would end up back in this place now I’m asking myself when did this journey within become a race? a race to enlightenment is like swimming across a desert a self defeating purpose that only serves to subvert the wisdom gained from lessons learned in life’s inherent struggles the test we…

the indelible ink of my pen speaks when my voice fails in the times that my mind is spun from the jumble of circumstance, emotion and choice it loops around fears, anger and memories, screaming nightmares of times long past… choking them into submission so i can take them into control and avenge those times…

where would we be, if love were dependent on the similarity of a belief, or a single action, word, or choice? love does not distinguish between right and wrong it is not a feeling or desire, it does not see affilliation, identity, or any form at all it is the recognition of that common light…