There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

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

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

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

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;

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…

He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs

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 am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

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…