A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

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…

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

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

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry

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,

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

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.

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.

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;