I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…

There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…