(2013)
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
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
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.
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
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…
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…
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise