(2013)
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
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
You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.