(2013)
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
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…
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest