(2014)
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
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.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
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,
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.