And so, desperate to understand The nature of change, I placed the pieces of my soul Under a glass. If any clue was hidden in those fragments To tell me how I got from ‘there’ to ‘here’, I couldn’t...
One…two…three… all dead before my eyes: First my father, who I thought I hated, Then my mother, And finally my baby … my baby. I knew he wouldn’t kill me, though; I was already dead… 5 -- Where Fear...
Sometimes I imagine I’m alone on a cool, green mountain, High above the fear, the violence and rage. Clouds wash my face -- thin air wraps me in stillness… If there is only one word to describe this moment,...
Best not to look back at the wreckage we cause As thoughtlessly as rain falls from the sky. Our terrible transgressions! Sometimes, though, a cry is heard That will not be extinguished: The song of something nobler Rising from...
In the end we all, I mean each of us, is really nothing more or less than a reflection of what we’d like to be. We are what we are – the secret is to be at peace with...
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