(2014)
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
