Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;
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…
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
Death by dreaming; bedim my eyes It crept in scrawl, skin and all The thoughts in tandem; tantrum, w… Upon the “waking”, with words expl…
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.
Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists
She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;
When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending.
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.