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A Video about the Boy's Search

, . . So I wanted to be a priest. View my video

Das Verlassene Maegdlein Frueh, wann die Haehne kraehn, Ehe die Sternlein verschwinden, Muss ich am Herde stehen, Muss Feuer zuenden. Schoen ist der Flammen Schein, Es springen die Funken; Ich schaue so drein, In Leid versunken. Ploetzlich, da kommt es mir, Treuloser Knabe, Dass ich die...

Listen and Pray

A Boy's Love Poetry for God

I live my life in widening rings, that stretch out over all things. I will not complete the last one perhaps but I shall try. I circle around God, around the ancient tower, and I circle for thousands of years; and still I know it not: am I a falcon, a storm or a great song. from: The Book of Hours

America -- you sow discord and hate. Let there be an end to it. Source

Mr. President -- you sow discord and hate. Let there be an end to it. Source

Rainer Maria Rilke Das Stundenbuch - The Book of Hours

Election Update ~

Click below to open The Butler Pennsylvania Poems

Visit to Antietam I Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick over the gaps, across gentle hills out onto a knoll overlooking this burnished landscape. Before me I see countless writhing rows of indiscernible shapes gathered in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke darkening the sun. From distant...

Nothing with any great meaning. It is just what I see when I stand at my window and try to write . . .