That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
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…
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
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?
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
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…
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
