These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
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 stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
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.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
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
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;
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
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
