(2013)
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…
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
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…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
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…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
