“The Malcontent” Collection – Concluded

Well folks, I think that wraps up "The Malcontent" collection. Spoiler Alert! - I survived!   As you can see, if you have followed to the final piece, it was a return to faith in the spiritual that led me out of the dark place that I was in. This is of course, very common … Continue reading “The Malcontent” Collection – Concluded

That Moment of Supplication

Jesus handed me the bread and said, "This is my Body." Jesus handed me the wine and smiled, "This is my Blood" and then He passed me a new promise, said He loved us all so much.   Tempted - He denied the enemy, then He was crucified for me and suffered like no other, … Continue reading That Moment of Supplication

Spiritual Warfare

You know it ain't right, standing on top our your life, looking down on yourself and everyone else. Living on borrowed time and sacred promises, that all that's left is what you can eat, burn and fuck.   Ignoring all the signs that you've sold your soul, as that need to feed consumes you whole. … Continue reading Spiritual Warfare

Rain Rolls Down

She's not alright tonight, the passion's gone and she's burned out. Gave up the right to fight and she's blaming Him for how it turned out.   'Cause when the party's over and the moment's just a memory, when the sun has set, she feels so alone. She can't forgive herself, so how could He? … Continue reading Rain Rolls Down

Slumber Crawl

Fall is slowing to a crawl. I'm moaning prayers and confessions. Ongoing, a given direction.   So, now I'm disarmed, stripped of my barbs, relieved of my scars. Holding high and lowly, with a love so holy.   I've been all we are.   Could be - but it never is, what we let ourselves … Continue reading Slumber Crawl

Just a Minute

Oh shit! It seems I've had a moment too long, had a second for reflection, now it all seems wrong. Must not have been right, if I'm sitting down to right this song, instead of  heading down the road searching for the coming dawn.   These expectations are constantly turned on their heads and I … Continue reading Just a Minute

A Comment on “The Weaklings” & “The Joy of Separation”

These two pieces represent a turning point and what I feel is "the climax" of "The Malcontent". A point of revelation and loss of inhibition and restraint. No longer tied to relationships, addiction, expectation and past traumas, finding freedom to move on. I think these pieces depict a change in mindset, where I was finally able to distance myself … Continue reading A Comment on “The Weaklings” & “The Joy of Separation”

The Joy of Separation

Peaceful slumber comes, like death, or a sedated nod; when done severing, one sees everything.   Dropped out to be a part, alone and at home in the dark, cursed to finish what you start.   So this newfound heart, becomes the fire that burns, the mind that yearns to cut that nerve...                                                 … Continue reading The Joy of Separation

A Memory of Something Stolen

I think that I remember, time before; something more like an old lover in the sky. Leaning over to the point of falling and I know there's nothing wrong with letting her take me down.   Where I come from there is very little precious left. Going to grey, stole away, such a gorgeous theft. … Continue reading A Memory of Something Stolen


A great commotion, passionate and often violent; the way things go around here almost every time. And it's no big surprise to see the apathy inside so many that I see and even in my own life.   There might as well be not tomorrow, if I can't find a way through today. There's so … Continue reading Smiley

Redundant Life

Dropped out - Ground down So proud - Now loud unbound. I've come - Gone long - Singles suffer. Now one from none and no other.   Building bridges just to burn, afraid you'll have to wait your turn, because it takes time to fuck it up right.   Holy and heathen - feeding the … Continue reading Redundant Life

Again I Go Away

It seems that I might never find another way, than this cold dark life that I myself designed and when she looks, I turn and walk the other way; forsaking all I love, but she don't mind.   It might never make a difference to you, but it does to me. I've walked away from … Continue reading Again I Go Away


No cover, no bigger rush. No other, so much for this shit. There lies the favor, love her or hate her, here is your saviour; shrouded in malcontents.   Sit and wonder how I stand, what I've done with my own hands. Draw out this distorted love, where is the one that I dream of? … Continue reading Bastards