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.
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
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.
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
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
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
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 stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
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.
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…