I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
Love Devils They spin their webs in the name o… For the lonely down below and up a… With a face like Venus and a hear… They steal your heart then head fo…
Air of rhythm of poetic pace circulating in cylinders of pure w… adorned in angelic robes in celest… with the pulsating drums up into t… uttered phrases from the mouth of…
Knighthood of noble heritage and s… Fatherhood of moral legacies so mu… To uphold the laws of justice and… They act from courage and valor im… Each with an honorable duty to ful…
Take a deep breath. Forget your anxieties. Lie still and hear the silence. Listen to the rhythm of the birds. Make up songs to sing with them.
The whole wide world. a big ball of water, sand, earth, spinning in the universe with inhabitants glued to the surf… left on their own to survive,
I of little value, Summoned at my door By a stately coachman, Driving a diamond studded carriage… Pulled by a team of flying horses,
Our lady Affinity, the magician of the skies, with her magic wand reaching through hallowed spaces, in search of two strangers
When religion reaches The end of the road, Where else is there to go? When its books are Ingrained in the mind,
Hot and cold and calm and ire black and gray and blue and pink skies of calico and skies of banal… vulnerable and flexible and pliabl… shifting clouds from ladles swirli…
A travel from the home of sound, As quiet as a place inside the wom… From a stirring of the listless ti… A quiet thunder into a sweeter air… A note plucked on a string of the…
Walking down a perfect path, Leading into a perfect forest Of perfect trees with perfect leav… He came about the perfect damsel Sitting by a stream with her
The snows of winter have come and… Enough is enough of that tired old… That whistling through the empty b… As if dreams stood still in their… Summer is that freshening of the s…
Of love’s fragile spirit travellin… its sacred womb with velvet walls, from cathedrals floating within th… with delicate windows and pristine… its pastel colors gleaming the nak…
September’s Symphony Warm days and cool nights Cricket songs and soaring kites Mating rituals and nature’s walk Bringing summer to a teary halt
Ego dresseed up in satin finery with a puffed up chest and swollen… a one man show of musical gallantr… a rhythmic galloping of melodic ho… glory to the house of glory