(2014)
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 bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
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
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
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,
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
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
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
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
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
