(2013)
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
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…
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
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…
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
