Windows The vibrant language of the soul Words silenced and moods revealed Portals blocked but yet still open Eyes are windows to the soul
“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...
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…
Rebellion As mountain crests summon the vall… Catch my waters that run down to y… As helium summons the spaces above All I have gathered will ride up…
“That big glob of gooey yellow fun… That smells so weird that funky ju… Like monsters with big, big smelly… And tentacles that wrap around gia… With muscles bulging out of yellow…
In underground temples with iron w… from under the earth in darkened h… engines roll with unsainted hymns and the world’s at risk as the dev… pouring venom through untainted pi…
If I ever walked with Jesus, what should I tell him? Should they be words uttered by the wise which I had intended to apply in my own life, but that I haven’t? Should I admit that the...
Molded from the hands of her fathe… Fashioned by his authoritarian way… He expected his daughter to accomp… Perfection and nothing short of it… She is only human and not God,
When power begins its Annual weakening And shadows grow longer, The rays begin to sag. The sun grows weary
Run and hide Mr. Tom. Your days of immunity are all gone… Thanksgiving is around the corner. The axe man is getting warmer. Be the smartest turkey in the farm…
As I think of you on this Valenti… I see you and the other angels at… I see me in your sights through st… the me in need of you to answer al… Why do I need love when I have al…
As the sentence calls for the prop… Poets make up words like shumber s… As the story sits and waits to mov… Poets laugh and play with words in… They run into the fire
The hammering gets too loud for us Americans and the onslaught of superfluous advertising hurts the ears. It overpowers all other similar events that need publicity. It drives us to see...
’Twas the time of the morning dew Afore the sky flashed its pastel b… And the bloodstained meadow knolls Shone their battle scars among the… From yesterday’s skirmish with mor…
Ameba Pride Lift your heads high amebas If you have heads to lift If you don’t have heads Then what do you have?