March 12, 2002
I am without words…

The attempt to write on a daily basis can sometimes be the greatest challenge—it’s a mental exercise that must be completed, or face the consequences of getting overweight in the heart. I never hear silence… if I did, my creative flow would dry up. Therefore, I order God to make my heart silent! Make my voice the same! Hide from me judgment, move from this life of pain. Throw silence into the wind—let it pour from head to toe. Remind me to never speak, for I am the poison arrow. Burn my willingness until it’s gone—carry from me this man’s loyalty. Eat not the heart still pumping inside. Let me die, so all can piss on the grave of disrespect. Let burn my life’s ladder! Make thy heart silent! Tear from me my eyes… plug each hole that creates sound—do unto me everything not nice. Feed me to the desert wind—pour thru me southern humidity… destroy this path like two hundred dust devils, bare my soul so that you may rid the earth of me.