(2013)
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;
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
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?
