Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
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 hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
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…
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than