thristy boots
Always home and always roaming
Stone to stone but not alone
Where I've come from, Where I'm heading,
migrant bedding, stationary soul
About Me
Ask me anything
Let the fire not go out
When I hear “The Bridegroom comes!”
Make us ready. Harvest Bashta
How’d I miss your big transition
to fine from falling apart?
Did it happen overnight,
Past the pain before the fight,
Did you patch your gash with a patch of glass for that heart?
Where you been? all a fake?
leave your shoes there at the door.
Come on in. Take a break.
You never thought of that before.
Shake your head, turn around,
leave the gift there where I gave.
Head straight in, to the ground,
Why’d you choose to dig a grave?
We can’t get anywhere
with friends who always say we’re great
life won’t be very fair
if chances pass you never take.
break the beams, tear the veil,
leave the eyelids drawn awake.
You might scream, you might wail,
but a whisper’s all you choose to make.
Foot in mouth moment #47: Busting a co-worker by telling her that her husband should start looking for a cooler jobonly to be informed that he got laid off yesterday.

You showed me the monster,
You wanted to scare me.
You believed the lie until it became true.
You know the impostor,
You wanted to bear me,
But now all the stones crashed around me and you.
when your idealsĀ
break down
will you still retain two legs to stand on?
when the steel rails
change round
will you still know the route your hand’s on?
Breathing slowly synchronized
Grant me Grace to see the signs
See them and accept the times…
See them and now improvise.
Fear
You do not belong
You are not of God
You will guide me wrong
Fear
Trying to break down
Questions lead the sound,
slight, eroding ground
FearĀ
what distracts the man
sojourning living lands
into broken plans
