(2013)
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
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.
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
