The Fruit Of Courage Sentries with their razor like spe… Their anxious hearts pumping lava, Their hands that crush battleships… Their arms made out of tempered st…
Two lovers on skates, music weavers weaving into one, one dream, one ballade, one sunset… one rhapsody, one song, one space, soaring, upward lifting,
As the new love bit into the loin, a primal love coated with scented… that took us into the wilds that led the way through the rusty… with flaming torches
Little baby Suzie and her big pin… her constant crying and her vernac… her wonderment with her new found… her inherited smiles and ensuing j… her doll houses with pretty pink s…
Dear God. Thank you for creating us in the image of you. Thank you for the Holy Spirit within us. Thank you for designing mankind with physical attributes to withstand the searing su...
From seed to melodic rhyme advanci… Into music upon white stallions pr… Songs from deep down inside the so… Brought to life from an ancient sc… Music awaits with an anxious heart…
Damn Those Poet Gods Sleepless nights and distant days Through thorns and sordid blinding… Pushed through comfort and rest ab… Steady hands molding faith in doub…
Deep down inside beyond the scope of judgment, the workplace of the devils or paradise of the angels or the battlefield of the two,
Melissa was a beautiful but sad young woman in her late thirties who had everything going for her, but she was extremely disturbed about something she had done in the past that bothered...
The Birthing The Nightingale’s song has faded… Eastern skies full of pink pastels… Set to embark upon a westward move… With a new bright light across the…
My brother, my sister, my equal, You of high esteem and most releva… You in a place before me in the wo… A place that we share in our heart… Of greater anticipation and yearni…
Words dipped in the waters of poet… flowing in rapture as in a lover’s… through velvet pipes down Melodic… swirling toward heaven for a spati… words chosen from deep within the…
Looking at life through wisdom eye… Looking at evil with its careful p… Looking at the dark side With a discerning light Looking at fateful dreams
Engine in my bike and engine in th… adrenalin pumping into mortal wond… and the crowds cheering as I mount… my guts all knotted up and churnin… snaky road up ahead and Grim Reap…
Mother Nature is a kind old lady, but sometimes not. Sometimes she creates beautiful faces and statures and bestows them on people whether they deserve it or not. She usually favors the...