Ecstasy | from "Spirit"

June 24, 2000
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When you're deep inside the blurry tunnel,
in the place where only the shaman go,

Across the Fading Fade | from "Spirit"

June 23, 2000















The faces in my mind wear away,

like a butterfly they flutter across the fading fade.

Drifting into passages I once inhabited,

these faces are a match for me; kinda like Mike Tyson.

He Said She Said | from Spirit

May 8 2000

"I feel so deeply for you. I don't know why. It's hard to explain."

"I know. You don't have to explain...I know."
"I'm sorry things worked out this way."

"I'll always keep you deep in my heart,"
"Me too. Wherever I go you'll always be with me."

"You look great."
"I do?."

And with that, he watched her walk.
He wondered if he would ever see her again.

They didn't know it at the time, but that was the last time.
They never saw, or spoke to each other again.

The Wind Eye | Excerpt from "Spirit" |

April 21, 2000

On the edge of the cathedral wall,
above the Stations of the Cross,
the high priest motions, keep the
stain-glass windows open.

Then four white doves appeared
from the ceiling arch they flew.
Hammering down toward the wind eye
the outside light renewed.

The Lance pierced Christ's side.
A Crown of Thorns sacrificed,
so blood, water and wine, could scrub
the sacred mistakes of my life.

Oh bright emanation, from the fenestella,
the goodness of the world you appeared.
Crying shards of light into the fight,
the heart of the congregation feared.

Twinkling stardust, please bow and
welcome, the Sacred Angel's open hand.
The procession of the Cross forges
sorrow and love, all my heart can stand.