(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,
The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
These words left unsaid, keep our… and everyone one of them scored, r… ~ The time spent without your care… and reciting a psalm out of tune; gained it’s value the moment you l…
She told me not to say it, that to… So I’ve addressed it here in writ… After having slipped my tongue She seemed to listen for a moment If only, to make it clear
Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....
to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
Have you seen it? Did you trust in it? A road to take me Home, free this… I’ve been in the holes left behind… Her eyes I shut now in the intere…
When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief
I had a revelation. I just can’t remember what it was. But I’m almost sure it was lewd,… What can I do? To bring it up might disgrace you.