(2014)
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
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…
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.