Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
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
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
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
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.
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
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,
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
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…
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.