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.

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 see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days