I am watching this life behind many eyes
I am passing through many different minds
I see, hear, sense but can not touch you
If I had the strength to wish upon a star I’d be a God but that is no longer a possibility in these impenetrable days of waste and nights of lost prayer.
I am no longer willing to fall upon my own sword or lend you the determination to shirk the responsibility you owe so faultlessly to yourself.
I am no one’s kindred spirit
My inner children refuse to speak to me
Future Gospels the same as ancient days.
I am a remote viewer, remote lover, remote sage
I am the refuse you refuse to accept before turning the page
I am the amusement park closed down over a thousand years ago out of pure spite.
I was in Vegas
The Priest an Indian Giver who demanded I return the Host.
May 9, 2009