I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…

I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?