(2013)
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
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.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
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
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
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 came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
