Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
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…
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
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
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.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
