(2014)
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
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
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 hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
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…
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
