That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
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,
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
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.
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
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…
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
