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
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
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.
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
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…
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
