(2013)
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
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.
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
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
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
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,