Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
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.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,