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Who I Used to Be
Am I here, As weariness sets in. Lost in the veiled mysteries of, What is meant to be?…
Nowhere Without You
A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…
I Got Nothing…
As I sit in muted silence The incessant ringing in my ear Thoughts of This and that Dissolve…
Condemnation and the One Voice.
Condemnation is often, we so easily tell ourselves comes from others. In loud voices they speak; their supposed…
Royal Glory
Forces rise in ferocious display Mighty steeds thundering down Conquering the night and the day  Royal glory wears…