Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
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,
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;
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
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,
