Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

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

There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.

Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…

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

What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

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…

God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…

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.

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