and their children
(2013)
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 was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
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
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
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.
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…
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
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…
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here