Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest...
People say time heals all yet no matter the...
I’ll be fine and then out of no where something...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
I look at my life in so many ways.
So varied it often leaves me dazed...
How much we are served
Should not be proportionate...
Life is more than reminders
With which we made a note...
If the world was ending,
What would I do...
From the road to the sky,
I find myself at peace when I fly...
Like water showing a reflection,
My mind is lost with no direction...
With perfect vision
One can still miss the target...
I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...
Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...