That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
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…
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
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 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
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
