Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
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
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
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.
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
