I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

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

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

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,

There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…

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 was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

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…

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

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.