(2013)
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
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…
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
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
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.