I am an artist and this is my testimony. My sensitivity overwhelms me. I didn’t choose to have it. It chose me. It’s like God selected some of us to inherit it, so it would move us ...
Millie the Maggot Oh how I love my maggot collectio… I sing lullabies to put them to sl… It’s fun to watch them slither aro… They look so sexy as they move
Mother Nature is a kind old lady, but sometimes not. Sometimes she creates beautiful faces and statures and bestows them on people whether they deserve it or not. She usually favors the...
Herbert the broadcast blues man of… lives in his house on Cherry Lane… too scared to come out of his rubb… in fear of the world caving in too… A victim of too much TV he is for…
My muse, my inspiration, my whimsi… my hidden gem, my knighted rider, she with a poem in her bewitching… at home in her secret hideaway in… who keeps heaven’s language locked…
The Lonely Flute A breath of passion Traveling through Throbbing portals A sigh so sweet
Out in front with much to hide, Plastic smiles come out on cue. Behind the scenes is life as it is… In front is life as it appears to… Television is a rose colored world…
The Fruit Of Courage Sentries with their razor like spe… Their anxious hearts pumping lava, Their hands that crush battleships… Their arms made out of tempered st…
My words, my bride, myself, my all on this our wedding night and me e… as magnetic currents pull me out t… taking me to quixotic islands that… Into places go I to exotic jungle…
The laws of the land are a protective shield from the perils of iniquity that invade the master spirit of the earth, that effervescent torch that lights the lamp of peace. Like a mothe...
Redskins Redskins, Redskins, what a beauti… Wishing I could call my skin the… To be given a name to call me brav… A proud banner to battle I would…
From a dark place in a far away la… where disciples in the counsel gat… in a wicked temple, home of the be… where serpents crawl along the flo… and the devil blows his venomous b…
The contour of the river bed controls the flow of the water that surges past the rocks; or it just lies still, silently sleeping in the solitude of the afternoon sun before sinking to t...
Come Ride With Me I am of the amusing sort With children all around They say I am a dreamer So I guess I have to agree
In Professor Lee’s boring history… There sat Mary, a breathtaking la… With her mind wandering upon a lak… But all the guys surely wide awake… With her skirts hiked above her kn…