Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…

I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out

A one handed gift giver; full of e… Could take the tender of a trust t… and make millions. Bury this trust in a mound of pers… and call it a wash in a handshake…

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,

The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...

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…

In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter

Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value

I feel a surge creeping up behind… or maybe from inside me; So surprise me. I can only take so much, before I crack a smile sweet;

Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits

PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.

my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating

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....