(2014)
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
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…
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
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,
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.