(2014)
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
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
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
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…
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
