(2014)
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
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
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
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.
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
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
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
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…