(2014)
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
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.
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
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…
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
