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…
It was once said that were the meaning of life to b… laughter would ring from the rooft… And in worlds next to ours from subatomic to supernova
There was a toad with golden wings That landed on my blackened lily p… Maybe it smelled tears Diamonds on my back
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…
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…
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...
Let your skeletons Out of the closet And then Dance with them In the town square
Now that the storm has passed, and… In the silence between the waves w… As we lay breathless on the sand Can you hear that, the faint rustl… And, soft as sea moss, the whisper…
If I loved you I would shake you, and the silent… Would hang like frozen blood And if you loved me, your white fi… Piercing my shoulders
Like Ezekiel In the valley of dry bones I awaken Every dangerous morning And stumble toward Bethlehem
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
When your World is Ending, go cra… it’s going to happen, because no m… and not writhe and scream and do t… But then, after the rush of agony,… Give it your cheek, for this is yo…
In this silver morning, I send yo… That in the rolling fog you float… And butterflies join you as you da… In the mirror of my mind, I can s… Fair as lambs milk and kissed by t…
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
In the fertile bed of anguish angels drop new seeds and I see now that water for these… is made of tears and the passing of a drought
