As I walked upon the smiling streets that glided through the city like winding rivers, I came upon a curious gentleman that gazed upon me like a child at his birthday cake. Something s...
The first glance from the beloved’… was from the deeds of the heavenly… the authors of affinity that hover… and find man and woman to be unite… They plot out their mission on thi…
Siren child of pure mountain strea… of tender heart and compassionate… soul with beacons that purify the… and sink down into the crevasses and sanctify the spirit in man,
Revelations Revelations not seen but moving in… Faraway islands meeting at a point Chartered courses finding their wa… Things aren’t so out of reach
In the Beginning God placed two lovers at arm’s len… With heated blood and a mustered s… In the gleaming of my father’s eye The angels strummed a lover’s lull…
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...
Mr. Leprechaun, what’s on your za… Did you hide your gold for me to f… Did you put it at the rainbow’s en… Do you think I would look to find… Do you think I’d fall for your cr…
Her shield is a portrait of Helen… with the power to repel all enemy… to weaken armies of stout-hearted… and melt their spears and hearts a… Her beauty is a garden that flaunt…
My Beautiful Gold I love to feel my gold To sift it through my fingers To see it sparkle I behold A night of sin and singers
John was a nice boy of seventeen. He always had a big smile on his face. He was always helping out the neighbors; going to the market, shoveling snow off their sidewalk, and doing all k...
Tommy Boy out there with the wolv… amid the battle fields and horses’… bloody banners and razor teeth, volcanic breath and hell fire neat… prancing stallions about the dusty…
Currents of the Arctic Warlords i… ill at ease in the pacific sky, making preparations to go to war, assembling their phantom troops to mount up on their prancing stee…
Heated waters, arsenals of the Sw… gracious hosts for an up-and-comin… paradise for the hurricanes that c… are readying their speech to procl… Lazing upon the glassy troughs and…
Eyes of a saint and eyes of a beas… So quick to turn and travel east, Her smiles of passion and heated l… The rules of the game ‘tis what th… Daughter of the earth and wily ven…
Songs in the silence, in the vacuo… the muffling of the anxious day, a a serenade of the heavenly harps, an ode to the planets in their tur… typanis speaking with feathered ma…