You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,
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 commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
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…
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
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
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
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,
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
