(2014)
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
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…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
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.
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
