(2013)
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…
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
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
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…
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails