I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
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…
Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers