Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,

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.

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

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…

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,

God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.