(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
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
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…
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
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