(2014)
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.
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…
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
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…
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
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.