That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
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…
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…
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
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,
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
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’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
