Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
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,
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
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
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
