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.
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days