I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
My dearest, beautiful, lovely, wonderful Thunderfoot: Happy Anniversary: I love the way the room shakes when you stomp on the floors at our house. The shaking is very rhythmic. I love t...
Longer days and shorter nights up… as Winter will begin yawning to go… But first we must wait a little wh… before the frozen ground becomes m… Mother Earth in her old age moves…
Money, once it goes out To places unknown, Sometimes will never come back. It leaves one account And ends up in another.
My unknown of me, my blood rivers winding around and through my body… divine sources, anointed by the Grace of God, rivers soiled from the pure,
Infernal coals from the floors of Davy Jones’s Locker heat up the waters inch by inch, feet by feet, yards by yards, fathoms by fathoms, sea to surface…
The third day rising from the tomb… The ascension from an empty room, A life anew from a life expired, Rising in the sky, a sky bound fli… An image on a sunlit Easter morni…
As love, the commanding spirit on earth, the glue that holds civility together, the only “religion” continues on its mission on earth: its roots are trying to be undermined by interpret...
What was supposed to be a day of great joy for David, turned out to be a day of suffering. The people at his book signing were buying his books at an alarming rate, but still he was sad...
Shoes that float on rhythmic air, that cling to her melodic feet, slaves of the music slavers attentive to the calling, dancing into the majestic wilds
Mother Nature, in artistry such a… Led by the sun and its daily rende… Moving, drifting, flaunting, danci… And putting twilights on display, Hiding behind the clouds until the…
Miles Apart Other sides of exotic fragrances From a love too weak to hold onto Stretching faith across too many o… Where other arms are too easy to f…
Melody of strength and beauty and independence, from places been for places up ahe… weary but energized, cool but yet… from hands of assistance fair thee…
Blemishes Where beauty reigns, malice lurks With envied eyes and evil rants Stone cold hearts and angry fists With venom in its pent up arsenal
Love gates on pleasure’s path of deep crimson soaked in myrrh, wide open for passion’s run, past a fleet of words with the scent of love and love’s garden
Equality Changing times and changing attitu… Once a fair maiden at home in the… With sentries posted at every door Hidden beneath the wings of a man