(2014)
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
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
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
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 am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
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,
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
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…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
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.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
