(2013)
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
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…
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
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…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
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.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.