The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
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 saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
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,
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
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
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
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
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
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…
