Whenever there's a camera around, a video or film camera, it's a great deal harder for those in power to bury the story.

With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.

One doubt, one voice, one war, one truth, one dream.

I look at the time with you to keep me awake and alive.

Deadlines are things that we pass through on the way to finishing.

The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.

I get lost, sometimes. Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart.