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?

Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.

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

Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?

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

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

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

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