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,
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
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.
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
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
