do you hear voices deep inside of you?
have you met God...

what is it with the waking hour?
words scampering to reach my page...

kinky dinky is about to float a new ship
in the either of my space...

sitting at the table of life
the truth of my blood; my heritage...

there be times I would like to dig up their...
the head of rotter’s row...

she guided my hand
and allowed me to touch the source of life...

my heart may not have eyes and ears
but that is where I am at...

I have never once pretended to be godly
if nothing else I understand the human need of...

at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...

Across the road; I find myself standing
majority of one...

the sky on fire?
no need for anger no need for blame...

cut roses the symbol of dyeing
beauty to crumbling...