(2014)
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
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
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
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
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…
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
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
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
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
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…
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
