(2013)
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
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.
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
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
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
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?
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.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
