(2014)
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
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 surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
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
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 stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small