(2013)
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
The sun rises quietly, and in soft… it paints. In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima… it reaches out. Waking those in need of light, cal…
I see you, curbside, sitting in th… Making wishes long lost and age wa… still clinging to a derelict dream Know that you will save it, and cl… Every score, every abuse, every lo…
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
Here comes the beggar! With an Eden to share? My god whats the point!? When the commonality is despair? I know there is a reckoning to com…
Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....
A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…
to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...
A marching band that radiates no v… A parade celebrating ancient whisp… Time in procession lifts the weigh… This 'All Together’ gathering like a billion sparks thrown at on…
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors
You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,
Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.