Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
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.
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
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.
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
“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
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
