(2013)
We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.
My heart sees, when my eyes go bli… The dreams of my people Woven; entwined Why don’t you take from me? Wouldn’t you gain from the eating…
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
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…
~ Every single day, to raise anew Feelings of empowerment, to be use… Can fall before dusk, to soon to b… Yet act as a manure, to nourish an… This nights killer, called; Sunri…
These words left unsaid, keep our… and everyone one of them scored, r… ~ The time spent without your care… and reciting a psalm out of tune; gained it’s value the moment you l…
A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…
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....
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,
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…
On this day. —On your marks... get stressed... GO! The daylight relay has arose!
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.