(2013)
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
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
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…
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
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