(2013)
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
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.
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
