(2014)
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
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
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
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.