I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
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.
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
