Archive for January 21st, 2012


What is man but an amass of conflictions – Conflictions of emotions, of being, of purpose.
To be a man – a human man is to be essentially alone.
Love transcends these barriers, but is itself like quicksand forever moving.

Circ 2000

A Soft Rain,
Cleansing troubled soul,
A new beginning.

A lover a far,
A great empty chasm,
I miss her so much.

I wrote this way back in 2000 – when my now wife was living in Australia.