As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication ff@verse-virtual.com Sept 2014 issue
I awoke this morning in my cave. That orange sphere in the sky arose from the horizon and started its westward journey. The leader of the tribe made some strange noises with his mouth...
Full of secret thoughts and revela… Hidden from view in secluded close… Sordid dreams and perverted dramas… A representation of the darkness w… The side that no one wants to visi…
Work hard young man and young lady… Go to the vineyards for the grapes… The time is now to harvest which y… Toil in the field until it’s time… Pride in your work makes labor so…
Man and animal are not so different The law of the jungle is ingrained in their soul Animals of inferior strength are consumed by the superior ones Until they share the same pasture ...
Rivers Flowing The journey to the sea at length Dashing forth, flirting with the r… No time to stop and think Life is always on the move
What a man is he, alright. He stands out in front of everybody including his place in the alphabet; from the Bs all the way to the Zs. His name, Aaron, earned him that distinction, but ...
Children of America, put on your boxing gloves. Knock out your opponent. Exert your authority over him. You have the domineering look in your eyes as you enter the ring. Your deity abov...
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…
Tickling the non-ticklishable is l… tickling the humor haters, or a hater who loves haters of lovers, or tickling those non-laughers at a barrel of laughing monkeys sh…
Sharks Aquatic sharks swim about Looking for their prey Danger can be spotted As a warning to keep away
Heroes of the twenty first century Blessed with their God given tale… Standing out amongst the crowd, Slaves of the impatient public dem… Geniuses toiling at the laboratory…
Oh glorious surge, my blessed awak… my reveille sounding from the swee… slicing through the thick clouds o… my arsenal answering my earnest ca… my treasure stored up in my eager…
Cradles secured by mothers in the pastel colored nurseries and the mothers of the private lairs dug deep into the earth and mother… of the nests hidden by the elm tre…
Along the road to Martin’s Windin… before the season of mythical find… when Summer bleeds into Autumn’s… and sheds its green as it slowly w… discloses the mystery behind her d…
When we call up the past and call it progressive, it was in those days, but not anymore. It was part of a movement that enhanced music as it was that made it into how it is today. Moz...