Like mango Spilling into the sky And the gasp that follows, our sur… And under the brown skin of this t… Currents whisper deeper than we ev…
To the lies that tore down my life Thank you, for you have crucified… And the pain that hangs me here, i… I never knew I had And the death of all I was, it wa…
In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…
And I will turn with you, away, for I too can fall The warms us from within, and fades the shadow of our scars And see how our wounds match, like crimson puzzle pieces And the tears for...
In the belly of my rebirth I am a journalist of purgatory The smells, the fear, the landscap… is my story and my very life the wager of this…
In the smaller hours In those times of unspeakable doub… Look East and see the faint splas… Of mango and sand, soft as a web And strong as a child’s shout
Tread softly my friend for what seems as solid as the oaks familiar trunk or the well packed dirt on this pa… or predictability
In these darker days When the wind sucks through the tr… Hide with me and hold our ears For that sirens song is sick with… And will only freeze our wings
Surprising, but yet not at all That we orbit in again, after unkn… Yes, it’s YOU again! And we know through the familiar s… Or the same pure force that stands…
Thank your angels For they flutter close By the grace of gratitude
I release you There is no need for pain or guilt There is only the Tao, rightful f… We are still share the same waters… And I am glad
Even in the passing flash of image… sliding, liquid, down the digital… I can see your eyes They are hauntingly familiar, hawk… holding the same fierce truth as C…
Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…
Seven abominations, the ages of ma… Seven altars, where the angels sta… Seven assistants, of the bears and… Seven blessings in silent words Seven bowls, for the breath of nig…
So close Came I In the neon pain of newer days So close as I stood, cliffs edge Turning a ravens eye on potential…