(2013)
I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors
Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending.
The sun rises quietly, and in soft… it paints. In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima… it reaches out. Waking those in need of light, cal…
my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating
I see you, curbside, sitting in th… Making wishes long lost and age wa… still clinging to a derelict dream Know that you will save it, and cl… Every score, every abuse, every lo…
Raised up like curds on Calvary I ponder on the time machine.... How much would Hitler pay For the journals of Trinity? Maybe I would lend Rasputin
That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
I feel a surge creeping up behind… or maybe from inside me; So surprise me. I can only take so much, before I crack a smile sweet;
I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
A marching band that radiates no v… A parade celebrating ancient whisp… Time in procession lifts the weigh… This 'All Together’ gathering like a billion sparks thrown at on…