(2014)
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
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.
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
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
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows