(2013)
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
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…
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
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.
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…