Category: spoken word

Traveling along this path of bones …

O’ sacred sleep, maker of dreams, in you my wonder lies …

Dreams, Dragons, and the love that binds …

And in the end the child was dead …

For so long I struggled …

What rough beast this way comes
to breathe in love ….

I found myself at the beginning, a zenith if you will …

I remember days when the air was so thick with lies and …

lonely on a sunday morning as the coffee stains my mind …