Why does God not show his face,But hide away and make us chaseHim to and fro? I’d like to know …
Gather Ye My Ashes
Gather ye my Ashes —My body torched by Fire —And scatter meUpon the Water —While I look on a while.
Fragile
What fragile Bones are we —Veneered with SkinSo very thin.We tear too easily!
Dissection
A silver fishCut, then opened wide —Oh, so many parasites inside!Dissection complete.No more woundingUntil he lights uponHis A-plus prodigy —A …
Discoveries
The purest of songs are not composed But are discovered.Lying dormant since time began, They wait patiently to be unearthed.It is not …
Dead Man Walking
Dead man walking — A pardoned corpseFreed of Life and all its warps —An empty Self marching on.Bones, and blood, and …