(2014)
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
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…
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
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
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
