Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
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
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
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.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
