Lazy skies of no spirit or stirrin… no sound, no voices, no wind, no w… like dancing with no drums to move… a lullaby with no dynamics in the… an empty space with nothing to fil…

The Light I traveled afar through secret cav… Around dark corners and hidden sta… Into the silent abyss, a sinister… Demons flapping their anxious wing…

Two brothers were born from the same womb. One could memorize countless words from the dictionary and adapt them to his speech. The other brother, a poet, was blessed with the ability...

Mother Nature of many colors, Child of nature of many mothers, Many seasons coming into view, With so many colors old and new. Green to yellow to brown to white

Winter’s Relenting Comes a time when enough is enough Like jaws that have to let go They become tired of holding on When strength begins to weaken

Mountains too high are mountains conquerable. Conundrums are the lore of the clerisy that clarify themselves as they reach into the mind of man and stimulate his curiosity and invigorat...

As the pitcher sat in the locker room after being knocked in the second inning, the reporters would not leave him alone. None of his pitches were working, and his fastball lost about 10...

Of music and its magic touch, Of stardust cast off into space, Into colors of blue, red, and yell… A channeling into proud rainbows, A declaration of beauty into sound

Red and yellow dressed in Autumn… and days set aside from all the ot… seasons into seasons as time never… painting the forests and the unset… Mother Nature keeps busy like all…

Punching Bags Passive faces swaying in the wind With leather skin and open hearts No minds, no arms, no legs, no fee… Built to take just so many punches

“Off we go me mates after the boat’s loaded up, the pods are loaded and secured, and the bait is on. Then we are ready to shove off. I heard there’s a storm brewing, so it’s not going t...

Death with its deep mysterious eye… Its arms softened by the moonlit a… Its legs with that of a playful ga… In pursuit of me down the mountain… Skiing around the wicked cliffs wi…

Herbert the broadcast blues man of… lives in his house on Cherry Lane… too scared to come out of his rubb… in fear of the world caving in too… A victim of too much TV he is for…

Near but not there and looking up, in the trough and sinking lower, mountainous waves leering up ahead… liquid beasts with white fangs closing in to devour his prey,