(2013)
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.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
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…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
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
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
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
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
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.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than