(2010)
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.
A paperback companion Tumbles behind fingers Like a cliff-top fall. Breathless anxiety Cannot succour
Over the river seas, Through tallest pines, At different speeds, A thousand miles, Imperfection’s will.
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…
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…
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.
What could it take to stir a heart… How does resentment hold, where wa… Would pure desire and promise true… Gain love in spite of you? Who hears your voice, do they rece…
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…
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?
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…
Melancholick black bile coagulates… Time, it kills; there is no killin… Alone a restless minde bleeds the… So too, alone, does innocence sour… Smiles without smiling; sleep with…
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…
Have you ever played a cameo, Or held your breath for years? Carried on streets, words, and son… A thousand miles never here With you, but waiting to be living…