(2013)
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
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…
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
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.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;