(2013)
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?