A Melancholy Brook Poor little brook, why are you cry… You’re so calm and peaceful in you… While raging rivers move so swift No time to float about and drift
Caught Up Of quiet lullabies I do thee sing Peace on earth from the heavens br… Whispering sounds from gentle lips Like fairies dancing to a lunar ec…
The Hardening Infants breathe in the gentle air In that strange new paradise calle… As it opens its tender arms And catches them when they fall
When outer space was just and insp… A food for the poet’s heart and mi… A river flowing through the parche… An oasis of thought, creativity, a… A story written in breathtaking pr…
As palates scream for a savored pl… Vapidity lounges about in its lazy… It lies in its contentment as the… In a monotonic voice it shouts lou… “I have everything. What else cou…
Cold Cold Eyes A story dripped in blood they are Of warm days falling into the cold… Of crushing hearts into a curdling… Of devil’s bluff and winding tenta…
Up where genius walks On fertile grounds In comfort and peace With staff and rod Along river beds
Enveloped by the sound of music With arms that cast me Into an exotic paradise And planted a seed That blossomed in my imagination
Over jagged mountain peaks he climbed. Through thick jungle brush he plodded. In luxurious palaces he slept; but all these places were only a temporary visit, for his soul keeps searc...
Harps of soft velvet and cushioned… of scarlet sunrises and ambrosial… a soft stroking with fingers dippe… the proper ingredients in a euphon… of beauty and its embodiment in po…
A certain kind of music gives me p… It enters my body though a secret… With a snobbish gentleman for a bu… That lives in my soul, Equipped with eloquent speech
This poet lives in the world but i… aware of the trauma but not caught… free to choose his own world and d… free to choose how deep to plunge into his observations,
Lo behold a fire ball falling in t… From a hard day’s journey for a ni… Will it hit the earth with a resou… Will it shake up the sky and heave… Will it miss the ground and land i…
We spend our lives searching for happiness. If it comes through material possessions, all is well if we know when we have enough to make us happy. If we put no limitations on what we ...
The Limelight His easy life, not so easy He hides behind a see-through wall He stows away from vicious eyes Oh to disappear, but never out of…
