Ashburn paths where purple fighters slay The hemispheres match like hands folded All analogies bring you to me We run like wild nightmares We kiss like dark art on a lost street Now we must look at one another We part
Are you redeemed? Somethings cannot be healed We sort the mayhem Borders of the insane rage Narcissistic moon like a stiletto
Ravaged Out of bounds Burn in the fire of chaos Sexual disintegration
Can we change? Can we truly feel we are sorry?
These days without you are lonely Like a rain filled with pain Walks with country air Clean time and chemical balance Taking responsibility Looking in the mirror Really admitting where I was wrong You are gone I hope you forgive yourself and me I have forgiven you I am trying to forgive myself I hope we both can love again
The seven stages of grief
Shock and denial Pain and guilt Anger Bargaining Depression, reflection, loneliness Reconstruction Acceptance
I am a documentary film maker and I write the majority of the music for my films. I have my own band and recording and audio-video studio in my home. Much of my music is used in my films. Three of my films are in stores as Dvd's. I also am a poetI am here to meet artists, poets and other musicians as well as other Christians.
an ever lasting night, darkness etched everywhere. screams emanating, throughout the land. pain calls forth, sheer agony cleansing and purging, reaching beyond skies threatening souls, in this fear borne, in this night, silent suffering, silent contemplation, of the storms, following
Once when the forest wept, We hid under a tree, as if protected. Twice we saw the force of the storms, Cycle so stunning, even as it poured. Three pinecones fell to the ground, When they splashed, what a sound.