For wanderers near and far away, home still lives in his spirit tod… As the holidays begin to grow so n… being home is in his heart so very… Wanderers will always have a home,
The road of life, rocky, smooth, arduous, perilous, breathless, suffocating, out of my control, taking me by forces unsuspected, leading me into dark tunnels,
Millie the Maggot Oh how I love my maggot collectio… I sing lullabies to put them to sl… It’s fun to watch them slither aro… They look so sexy as they move
Music, the intoxicating smiles of beauty, steals my heart; then begins to climb into infinite spaces where my dreams have been. It is like the sweet language of my beloved that mingles...
Prospectors of yesteryear scaled the craggy cliffs with their mules, sifting pans, picks, blankets, rifles, food, whiskey, and enough supplies to last as long as it took to find the gol...
Prelude to a poem, rhyming rivers… around the bends in an effervescen… and in silken chutes from heaven’s… sliding upward and down to earthen… into auditory caves from melodic s…
A man dressed in his freshly laundered garb, with arms extended up to heaven, the place he speaks about in words that fly through the holy air,
American dogs, almost the greatest… Smarter than Slovenian dogs, But stupider than Nigerian dogs, Barking in the English language, But can bark in Spanish too
My two worlds too far apart drift further away from each other with each passing hour with my mind still in the material… of weights and measures, sinking i…
Lightening Look at my beautiful sky so incand… Peer into my chaotic home in the s… My passion moving from top to bott… Exceeding the outer limits of velo…
What a stupid poem this is. When I read it, you don’t have to listen to it. You can go to sleep or write something. Anything would be better than this stupid thing. When I wrote it, I t...
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...
Phantom Mountain, lady of green that avails herself in the shimmering sun, hides behind the enveloping fog that comes to be in the night.
Music evolves like the seasons. What was wrong back in the nineteenth century is now right. Certain melodies and chord progressions changed to enhance the sound. Debussy took the m...
The need to employ the talent with… with the team losing 101 to 99, time for the last minute three poi… the summoning to the arsenal deep… the reaching down to the idle engi…