(2013)
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
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…
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
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,
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…