A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
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…
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
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…
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
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;
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
