(2014)
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 I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
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;
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
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
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
