(2013)
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
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,
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
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
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
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…
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.