(2013)
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
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
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…
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
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
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
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
