Since human beings are natural born bigots, they must continuously work it out of their system throughout their lives. When we were born into that sin, it is our rightful duty to grow o...
Down in the Dark From heavenly smiles and angelic h… From thoughts that grow in sacred… From white sands that glisten in t… Down cryptic hallways to that wick…
Tornado Peace is a tender lamb up in the s… While lofted poems give out a gent… And the calm breathes in the silen… While passion yearns for its lady…
The stain of data and logic eating its way down to the core, laying in the soul, taking up residence in the muddled… the renaissance of the new poetry,
They hang in the skies, gathering up their armies and arsenals from tropical masses and oceans of charity. Their thunderous clapping that announces the arrival of tempestuous fury are ...
With Mount Calvary looming ahead And the crucifixes on the hill out… The hanging of our Jesus will tak… In two days from Friday to make h… For rebellion against the ways of…
Arise all ye fainthearted. The World is yours. You deserve it. Stand up against oppression, that menacing insecure bully that threatens your well-being. You have as much right to en...
Up From the Grave His old tombstone, beaten by the w… After many years of being left alo… Lies behind a church cursed by the… In an old abandoned graveyard
The painting on the wall parallel to my eyes is a place where I visit everyday. The longer I look at it, the closer I am to being there.
To the northern skies, an anxious… From the blistered earth, the crus… Scorched by the rays of the sun, A plea of mercy from the withered… To the keeper of the pilfered chil…
The severing of the ties with Eng… As the people rose and took a stan… No more British rule from so far… And mandatory laws that they must… If they don’t know as to what thei…
Grandma at the renaissance of the age of the telephone, when humans interjected and said, “Number Please,” when telephones were
Mother Nature of Bohemian dreams A taker of the wind to outward ext… A lover of the passion and of the… A heretic looking for a war to wag… A rebel of the stillness of the qu…
Melodious tears drawn from melanch… symphonic rivulets flowing out of… music pistons pumping melodies int… dipped in honey and drifting throu… into a mystical, thick maze where…
Choral harmonies that blend and cr… feather the senses with soft brist… with close harmonies that touch th… and squeeze through the most sensu… bringing them to life with a breat…