(2014)
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…
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
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…
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry