Music at the easel with hands of satin and fingers of finesse, eyes of splendor and heart of passion,
My Beautiful Gold I love to feel my gold To sift it through my fingers To see it sparkle I behold A night of sin and singers
The Reluctant Christian Smiles affixed, morn’ and night Pretentious faces, cheeks growing… Running out of time, oh for a peac… The Christian way, what a price t…
Master and Servant Ye mighty currents and angry moods Lashing waves and soft quietudes Sending ships to faraway lands Nestled into Mother Nature’s hand…
Treasure Seekers He who climbs the mountain and finds the gold hidden inside,
My perfect poem is yet to be penne… It sits upon my thoughts with an o… It mounts up upon a fleeting steed and races through my dreams at ful… It gallops over my bed on lofted h…
Stallions flying in the blackened sky, galloping steeds, chariots ablaze, liquid smoke of copper red, streaming across the firmament,
Air of the pure blown away as the devil breathed upon the ear… his puffy cheeks full of poison extracted from lethal streams flowing from from his ghoulish hea…
“Hear ye, hear ye, beholders of th… After winter’s wrath come Spring-… The gardens are all aglow in yello… and red and orange of primordial t… Mother Nature is kind to us once…
Still water in a glassy state, a child of the immobile air, reflecting the beauty of the surrounding elements, luxuriating in the early morn,
The Conquest She’s so sweet, so pure, so white Like a virgin blowing kisses throu… Come darkness her cringing mystery… She can’t find shelter among darke…
No matter if our self-esteem has gone astray or still with us, we are still a consultant to someone who needs it. Those who even idle away their days and nights become dreamers and can...
“Release the wolves young man of poetic aspirations and proper thou… They live in your system and rebel against all structural conformity. They are the playful madness in yo…
Beautiful swart of the lower skies… demons hidden in the clouds, her fountains shooting high in the… swirling sky-scape in the nigh, demonic galleries on display,
Virgin Thoughts Mother Nature with her warm tanta… Her silken mouth dripping with lus… Her loins opening to the inundatio… As she rides on her white stallion…