Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
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…
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.
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
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…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
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?
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
