(2013)
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
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, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
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.
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.