A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

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

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

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

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

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.

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…

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

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

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