(2014)
O what reality is your light in my… A glass could not—ought not tell l… Has a curvature causeth this view Distorted, or the willing to keep Enduring a warm mantra sleep?
All I see, softly glancing back a… Is all I need, all I ever wanted… Looking in your mirror, who I am… With clear hope, less the dread; Deeper in your heart, I always wa…
No weight, no strength, No good, no wealth Nor chances dealt, No oath, no plan Nor having felt
Send unto me your truths, and heed… Show grace and cast swete forgiven… Let me receive your demon’s; unwor… I will procure thy innocence to th… I acknowledge my faults; now willi…
I remember everything you said, I slept each night inside your bed… You claim I told you that I cared Yet I wasn’t there Because I’m not around,
Hearts are made of but blood and v… He asks a no-longer-needed world;… Carried alone to bed, on mute and… Disappearing like fog; watching yo… Though this wound is deeper than w…
In the shadow of hope begs an unhe… Lost and abandoned, where we used… Please stay, please hear; Pleasing all for you, as long as y… But your mind’s gone, you need a n…
I lay adrift a mass of words And bones & thread, they went unhe… For devotion’s fled my awful clasp… And never will return. I begged my love; never for her lo…
A paperback companion Tumbles behind fingers Like a cliff-top fall. Breathless anxiety Cannot succour
Mid-night in your garden, With the futility of words, Outside the place we swore, I was doing so well But I don’t dream anymore.
At this bus stop there is no sign Of ever a person being here. Verdant grass In a midway bedraggled ditch Slits the ribbon roads.
For her without light, Never a distraction to choose, Heaven too will wait For him with no fight, It can come to the likes of you.
I will fail and fall short, I will be who you want, I wish you felt this hurt, I wish I was who you want. I can’t feel again.
In our sadness, When the world seems too trying And compassion waits unfound, Are we losing the feeling? In our sadness I will sink, I wil…
In a moment thoughts are spoken With flippant retrospection, In a moment enthused, impressed, c… Now forever in abandon. Spoken, lived, even felt: in these…