My boat is adrift on the high seas with no rudder, no engine, no powe… at the mercy of the winds and the… the waves crashing against the boa… coming over the side,
No cave man can do without these: 1– a strong piece of wood for a ha… 2– a big rock to tie to it for the… 3– an AK 47 assault rifle in case… 4– an open area to send smoke sign…
Her eyes dove inside me and took m… and my poem inside took form becau… Her eyes pulled me into her deep m… to a place for enamored poets or a… and I lost my self but my words be…
Winter’s Fantasies Of sun’s radiance Of fruitful plains, warming days Of sleepy willows Of hot lazy afternoons
You have reached the East Side Doctor’s Clinic. Please say in the phone either Dr. Schmutz or Dr. Poopoo. “ “Oh no, not another one of those automated answering devices. I hope we can c...
Every soul rests at the river bed on a sultry summer’s day. Every soul rests with a drink of cool water, a gift from heaven’s mercy that kisses away the pain of parched lips, punished ...
She lives in room 706. It used to be the busiest one in the house, but as the years drifted by, fewer customers walked through the door. Her radiant skin still had a glow, but it was ...
Something was floating out in the… an object never seen or heard befo… getting closer as the sound got lo… until it stopped while still suspe… I heard it breathing inside a larg…
Winter’s wardrobe or summer’s wear… what to put on when the weather’s… or later after the sun goes down then something warm and tightly bo… Some days are warm and some days c…
Thalia, Euterpe, and Terpsishore, three naughty mythical muses, conspiring at liberty, having fun with my mind, making me dance at funerals,
Volcanoes, those wild beasts that rule the fields around them, spit out their guts whenever they feel like it. They laugh and play like lion cubs. They rise above the mountain and look ...
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,
Sound the bugle for Master Sun. Arise ye grasses 'til day is done. Sleep is over. ’Tis time to toil. Spread thy wings 'til the twilight… Fly across the sky with eyes affix…
Connected to the rage inside that is there and ever shall be, the force that drives mankind to madness from the consuming fire from the
Orphan boy, how you have Grown up all by yourself, God’s creation, a perfect boy, From out of the wilderness With no family to love you,