Internal powder kegs, aggression packed up inside ready to explode as it claws at the walls to come out and be heard,
Dictionaries You with your secrets locked up in… Miniscule forests carved out of th… Page by page, word by word, answer… Intelligence is your menu, your di…
Oh, the sweetness of the surging r… the way they feel as the body quiv… the thrilling ride to the highest… the heart and soul ecstatic as the… sweet adrenalin pounding against t…
I See it Coming A hundred yards out at sea A sight to behold, a perfect wave It grows two fold and looms above A mountain of granite as it may se…
The Proud Violet My journey through cold Darkened matter hastened me To rise and find the sun, That radiant paradise,
Certitude In meditation, he who reaches down… A journey in question is a journey…
Father Time, that stone hearted b… That scoundrel Prince of Darkness… Who steals our youth and chooses o… As our days zoom by our destiny we… That thief who steals our dermal m…
Orchestral swells to the common ma… a swooping unnoticed and unheard, a race to the highest peak, eliding over the intricate notes, skipping over tender moments,
Strange, beautiful, picturesque, Charming, exotic, enchanting, Unapproachable, untouchable, Delicate, sagacious, mysterious, Secretive, indecisive, proud,
Ms. Miller lived in an old dilapidated rent controlled apartment just east of the theater district on West 44th St. in New York City. There were dirty old gaudy drapes that covered up t...
The woman sat in her rocking chair with a look of indifference on her face. No longer was life and death a fascination for her, for she had lived and died with a keen memory of it for ...
The Kiss of Summer I long for its tender touch A daring escape from winter’s clut… Green fields and swaying barleys Its sultry breath and cooling seas
Prelude to the morn, the dawn of d… the voyage of the sun that’s here… and the roaring fires from the pit… and the way they dance in rhytm an… and turn their eyes to the darknes…
Flamenco fury of storied rhythms tapping shoes of hungry iron rhythmic feet at the helm intensive legs and flailing skirts drums of the flesh
Reparations We make haste to forgive. Since… Life is too long to keep resentmen… By forgiving someone, we are rebui… Resentment is a self-imposed ailme…
