I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
The flashing of the vibrant skies, voices speaking from the clouds, glorious passion streaming, the beauty of the sky in bloom before the onslaught of the storm,
From the top looking down to where it all started, where the fighting was an adrenal… where the surge was an elation, where it lifted up the esteem
Fire and Ice Take cover all ye men of the cloth Or take your swords into a heated… Religion has grown into a giant dr… Firing at temples, mosques, and ca…
Rhythmic waves dashing crashing, expanded ripples racing from the c… Poseidon blowing out his despotic… mountains of waters in their unres… lines of ivory steel in unison,
In the Graveyard Eerie sounds from the cold damp gr… Come whistling though the naked br… Wailing ghouls dressed in tattered… Recite poems composed by the Maca…
Melody, that tired old woman of mu… Wandering aimlessly from here to t… Looking for an avenue to the music… With an empty heart but progressiv… With an ear to hear the worn out p…
Corporate Rolling Full steam ahead, man the throttle… Up ahead we go, and up ahead we ow… We surge ahead with the wind and t… We stop when the oceans dry up
Tempests nearing Black seas churning Volcanoes hurling Tornadoes whirling Fires burning
Parachute my God, my father, my air, my nylon rock, my vault, my owner, my slaver, my life secured, my trusted one, into thy hands I surrender,
Tilly was feeling rather glum at the office one day. She felt lonely and wished that someone would desire her. She had her eye on Sam who was about the same age and single. One day, bef...
My hidden rivers with names I kno… transporting my life with the prop… flowing through my sensitive canal… with the power to determine my des… my fragile life at the mercy of it…
Prospectors of yesteryear scaled the craggy cliffs with their mules, sifting pans, picks, blankets, rifles, food, whiskey, and enough supplies to last as long as it took to find the gol...
Rainbows, your proud entrance after the gray has gone, your triumphant arches reaching in… the aegis upon your breast chasing… into places beaten down by your co…
Such sweetness of the mobile air in the dawning of the restless win… a humble journey among the royal p… whistling through the forest, the… talking to the branches of the tre…
Air of melody and air of sweet sou… air moving through, in and out and… of saccharine flowing and rushing… twisting through wavering portals… rhapsodies dressed up in sorrow an…