I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…

You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,

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

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

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…

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.