With My Guard Down I bequeath myself to all the world Its devious plans, its virtue unfu… Here I am, a fighter without a sh… The world closing in, to all I yi…
The Budding A blanket of emeralds reach across… As summertime nears with its brigh… Mountain streams in their proud ca… The rites of spring in their joyfu…
Water water, where did you go? along thy plotted course or to and… up to or beyond the distant seasca… hiding beneath the devil’s sprawli… inside the needles of the voodoo d…
Woman of thy glass heart full of t… With unassuming power in the waiti… With lava flowing through thy pape… With legs for walking but not walk… Destined for erotic thoughts,
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.
Granny Baby Grams is kickin’ ass out there In the red hot universe. She movin’ on up with the speed of… She’s jumpin’ in the clouds up hig…
She sits alone watching people as they laugh and share their pleasure with each other. Her sad eyes tell a story of her loneliness; of how she longs for a friend to share her bottled u...
Spears readied to slaughter the ne… from outside his cave; hence, the dawning of the age of warfare, then warriors on their steeds char… in the heat of the battle
Fiery red carpets in the dawn of d… Light as feathers and the rising a… Hang high up in the luxurious sky. Daughters of the sun clad in Yellow chiffons,
Little baby, my precious child Oh dawn of life, nativity beguiled You came to me from heaven sent Love so pure, love so permanent Together we keep love in its flowi…
Her eyes dove inside me and took m… and my poem inside took form becau… Her eyes pulled me into her deep m… to a place for enamored poets or a… and I lost my self but my words be…
Flamenco fury of storied rhythms tapping shoes of hungry iron rhythmic feet at the helm intensive legs and flailing skirts drums of the flesh
Sky bound poets with lofted feet To the skies above in Paramount S… Upward floating to the highest sea… Through metal clouds and liquid br… Air of silence in ships in a highe…
Blessed home of life longing for l… the link between heaven and heaven… the foundation laid out with suppl… a palpitating structure with tender floors and crystalline ceil…
Where is Santa’s calendar? Blown away by the stormy air? Is it December or is it July? Should he look up in the sky? Or just play it by ear,
