You were worried aboutthe storm, so youinvited it in,wanting to control thedamage through yourkindness and friendship.But you can't.The storm doesn't havea conscience.It will never be a cutepet on your leash.

When my oldest brother, Todd,came back for my mom's funeral,he had this light about him.His face was a poem.Sure, he was the oldest, and hehad a healthy-looking tan from thehot New Mexico sun, workingoutside with turquoise, silver,and bear claws...

Empty and debauched,that hollow spaceinside of me,the cavernousvoid that I triedto stuff withbooze, drugs,whores galoreturned out to bethe exact shape ofthe Creator.I smelled the stalebreath of death comingfor me on thenightmare wind.Life tasted like rottenmeat.Maggots ate away atmy soul,...

I will not besubdued.Cages don't suit me.I have to be free.Flyrunsingdance in theopen fields, swimin the river withthe fish and water snakes.My soul can't betaken without my permission.The access is denied.My heart isn't yours tomock and rape.I will rise...