(2014)
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
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;
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
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,
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
