Soon, a man called Jesus will be born in a stable in Bethlehem, a king among his followers and a rebel against all tyrants who build empires from the backs of slaves. This humble king w...
—R.I.P.— —Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 - —Killed in action— —On May 27, 2017 - —In Afghanistan—
The Conquest She’s so sweet, so pure, so white Like a virgin blowing kisses throu… Come darkness her cringing mystery… She can’t find shelter among darke…
The passage of life into a life, from the ordinary to the extraordinary, the commonplace into dreams, the deep beneath the facade,
Woman of the flaming darkness With torches on the door Of her gilded cave With roses sweetening the air, She of mesmerizing eyes, glossy th…
Beauty with her enchanting smiles climbs into our beings and massages all our senses and leaves us yearning for more. In her grasp is where pleasure prevails and paradise begins. She ...
Love’s passion is the sweet nectar of life while it is yet the bitter hand of sorrow. It moves within my being and directs my course. It takes me to the mountain, lifts me up to its p...
How can savagery be different than it was when man first walked upon the earth? That same envy was felt inside when he wanted something that belonged to his neighbor. That same emotion ...
Deep down inside beyond the scope of judgment, the workplace of the devils or paradise of the angels or the battlefield of the two,
Exotic delights touching skin like soft roses blowing kisses. the brushing of love’s tender wing… the tingling of their romantic tou… the feeling of heaven on earth,
Revelations Revelations not seen but moving in… Faraway islands meeting at a point Chartered courses finding their wa… Things aren’t so out of reach
The womb, the exiting, The breathing, the sounding, The bewilderment, the fear, The pain, the curiosity, The adjustment, the anxiety,
I laughed, and I laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing. The story that I heard reached every crevice of my soul. It whisked me off in a purple carriage to never never land, founded by t...
The aroma of pleasure and the para… The flame unheeded and melting of… An impromptu dance of the spirit r… A reaching down into the loin all… A wild ride without a plotted cour…
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