trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
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,
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
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…
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
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…
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
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
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
