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.

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…

Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

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

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

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

My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…