I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
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,
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
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
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
