(2013)
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
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
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
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?
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
