When we judge, we must rid our hearts of all for-taken opinions: else, whatever said or done will be judged by the wrong rule. A previous wrong done to the one who passes judgment will ...

A Prelude to Love I can see your dancing eyes They tell me about the passion of… They are forever deep and mysterio… Beautiful, perilous, like the

Silent Sunday is not for the silent ones; those who rely on Sunday worship to think of God. If they can’t hear about him on that day, when can they? What about the rest of the week? Is ...

Melodies streaming from the eyes, sadness running through the lips, the emptiness longing for an ear, music wandering along a broken boulevard,

“Hello Doc, I just chopped my han… What shall I do?” “Don’t bother me. I’m at a meetin… So says Dr. Schmoodelpuss. “Yea, but my arm’s bleeding real b…

The tides of anxiety as if the flowing was immobile, as if it was a wave glued to the sandy shore, when time was a standstill horror,

A Quiet Space Too full, too much, too loud, too… Piling on piles, shouting over sho… Stuffed into spaces, into forgotte… Every moment crammed with throwawa…

Of beauty cast out in the mystic s… of music with wings and whiter lac… a ballad above the clouds in a lig… rolling with the motion of the sur… sweet music from the pipes of the…

A gun and a badge and a license to serve and protect, a license to uphold the laws of justice,

Poetry in the air with eyes of a h… With telephoto lenses And metaphoric wings, And me in their sights, My contented self,

Early awakenings in orchard home, Morning stretching in a satiny loa… Winter’s heart softening up ahead, Pumping blood and life instead, The rite of spring of the glory da…

Lazy skies of no spirit or stirrin… no sound, no voices, no wind, no w… like dancing with no drums to move… a lullaby with no dynamics in the… an empty space with nothing to fil…

My Friend’s Passing My friend, where have you gone? To lofted fields or stately manor’… Where white doves flap their quiet… In the realm of the Godly as moth…