(2014)
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
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
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
