(2013)
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
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
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
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…
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
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?
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,