I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

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…

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

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

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

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…

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows