Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
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
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…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
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.
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
