What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than

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.

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.