(2013)
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
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.
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…
“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
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
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant