These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
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…
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
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
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
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
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.
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
