(2013)
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
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…
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
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…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…