The Aimless One He walks with his back to the wind Blowing him along easy currents an… Whistling sarcastic songs to his d… Mocking him as he sits upon the sa…

Informative phrases laid down, words etched in granite and stone, unadorned in black and white, prose machines pumping out prose, rhetoric flying out of

My apologies run through the veins of sincerity, those once empty portals that you filled with pure love, and I polluted them with indifference. I was preoccupied with women that I cou...

Prelude to a poem, rhyming rivers… around the bends in an effervescen… and in silken chutes from heaven’s… sliding upward and down to earthen… into auditory caves from melodic s…

Power is a lion that lives in the… pounding against the fragile walls of his too narrow cage, clawing his way to freedom to run through the wilds

Damn Those Poet Gods Sleepless nights and distant days Through thorns and sordid blinding… Pushed through comfort and rest ab… Steady hands molding faith in doub…

Winter’s vespers in mobile cathedr… That drift in the snow filled skie… Psalms of praise at season’s end, Mother Nature’s eternal blessings Wrapping up Winter’s silent litur…

Celestial Man Of the flesh, but heavenly conceiv… A celestial man on a dangerous mis… Man of steel and man of tenderness Man of unconditional and unbiased…

Where troubadours assemble in the… softening up the words as the casi… the home of rhyme starts to take f… where poetry and the love of poetr… Aesetic feelings blossom in this p…

Jet stream rogues of the commandin… children of the manic tempest at p… snaking their own way through the yielding skies, breaking ranks and running amuck

Maestro With your baton you Blend colors with colors and Moods with moods You pull rainbows out of the

She’s a coupon maniac alright. She gets her busy husband to drive her a million miles away for five percent off a hundred dollars for something she doesn’t need. It costs him ten dollar...

Blossoms stirring in the vernal ai… And coming to life with pretentiou… From branches stripped by winter’s… And the cold sinking to the floor… Springtime comes as the warm days…

That tempest in her churning her dark gray contorted face her razor teeth digging into the s… those scowling eyes of steel that swastika burned into her neck