(2013)
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
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
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
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;
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
