(2014)
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
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…
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.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
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 stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
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