As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication ff@verse-virtual.com Sept 2014 issue
The Budding A blanket of emeralds reach across… As summertime nears with its brigh… Mountain streams in their proud ca… The rites of spring in their joyfu…
The Arrogant Cactus I don’t need your sympathetic tear… Cascading down and touching me From your blackened clouds up abov… Leave me alone in my independence
Reflections upon the glassy waters in clear days of none that bothers looking at life and the glossiness… of when it was a glorious ride and… as is the surface riled up by the…
Blemishes Where beauty reigns, malice lurks With envied eyes and evil rants Stone cold hearts and angry fists With venom in its pent up arsenal
Where there is no place to look up… As if heaven was a vast wasteland, An abyss alone in the darkness, The only place to go to, The only place that comforts the m…
En l’honneur de mere on this very… Mothers of honor in trust we conve… Our link between God and human se… Of what we doubt and what we feel, Mother’s Day brings us to our sen…
Earth forever marching to the thun… In submission to a rhythmic wonder Of human response to the commandin… Domination of the mind and body al… Strings of the tyrants of the core…
Flesh It flaunts its charm before me It moves my loins my bliss to be It saps my strength my lady in red Her flesh to paradise with thee I…
Off in the distance on top of the… above the sun-baked pine trees, the late afternoon sun splashes ag… silken white alabaster clouds that… floating in the crispy summer skie…
Children of the earth, the boys of… alone and confused in search of re… a one boy’s quest to become notice… to exercise his power over others, to make them fearful and intimidat…
A story of tears and dust, of assorted images and sound, of climbers and melodious sunsets, of preludes to the western skies, of muses for the poetic eyes,
A travel from the home of sound, As quiet as a place inside the wom… From a stirring of the listless ti… A quiet thunder into a sweeter air… A note plucked on a string of the…
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
My high priest, my hierarchy from… a compassionate dictator, a benevo… a part of me that I didn’t know, a hidden river of divine secrets, an accumulation of all perceptions…
Skyborne magic approaching from the corners of the east, embers drifting in space in the wake of the journey of the… the daughter of the blazing sky,