A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail

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.

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…

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

You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,