These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
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 met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
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.
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
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’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
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.
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed