(2013)
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
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’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
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
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
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…
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
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
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
