Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
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…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
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…
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.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,