Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

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…

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

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

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

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

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