(2013)
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
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…
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
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
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
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?
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.