An athlete, a warrior, an artist.
Further still, into the pagesThen unwritten, now scripted boldThough more revealed, less comprehendedAs along twisted paths I blindly hold Slow but steady the sand has leftFoundations sloped, with hole and crackThe burning rain tears through the treesAnd smears the walls and windows black Like a boat, without a skipperFull throttle, paths uncharted pavesPounded by surge … Continue reading Easter of Nineteen
Forward a year, into the dark Of the future and my journey I look around with sleepless eyes And constant sorrow on my soul The demons dark have shackled me To my Caucasus cliff they wing My being laid bare, they ribbon my soul In Promethean agony I writhe What must I do to save … Continue reading Easter of Eighteen
Behold the risen Savior comes In mercy, splendor and power. Was it for me His blood was shed A hopeless wretch beyond his light? Mankind to save, and captives free He came foretold with joy. But humanity forsaken and my sinful wiles Have forfeited my share of the Son. Angels' joyful voices praise The rising … Continue reading Easter of Seventeen
The Sparkly-Eyed Man 