Master of the Obvious...#72

Never turn your back on a who always smiles.

Master of the Obvious...#71

Writing is the process of opening a vein and bleeding ink.

Through much bramble

Through much bramble

With these hands 
I have caressed you. 
With these ears
I have heard you.
With this body
I have joined you.

With all I have
I offer you...

...the breath
from my lungs
and the swift
from my feet

...the speech
from my tongue
and the kiss
from my lips.

...the strength
from my loins
and the knowledge
from my mind.

Our souls have we twined
and we are, this day
and forever one.

Our path winds 
through much bramble
through leaden skies
and wind swept days.
But our fires burn
in the veil of night
yellow orange 
and hot.

Tonight, lay with me
and tomorrow lace your boots
and walk with me
on the blade between
night and day
between the seen and unseen
between have and have not
between peace and conflict
between molten and ice.

Here we stand.
Take my hand. 
Wear my band
and accompany me
into this good land.

Master of the Obvious ....#70

If you can write without pain in your chest, you ain't writing.

Master of the Obvious...#69

When a dog growls at you, he's probably telling you all the truth you require.

Master of the Obvious....#68

Never chase a mad dog down a blind ally.