The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
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
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
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.
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
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