It looks for you among a large cro… It looks for someone else there al… It places both of you in each othe… It is that affinitive moment that… The intoxication of life to the bo…

Her Sweet Tooth Oh to end her days in a sea of cho… Choking on a caramel as she descen… What better way is there to drown? Than with the taste of chocolate o…

Pitchers, catchers, outfielders, a… Infielders, rookies, and media gal… All with a common goal in mind, To put their hard work on the line… Spring training is where they all…

Sensitivity is like a fountain of… A journey into the depths of passi… A look into the thrill of living, A daunting ride without a driver, A curious look into the darkness,

Longer nights and shorter days up… as the Old Father Time has done a… according to the lore of nature an… his days are full of work, a perpe… He runs into autumn without losing…

This poet lives in the world but i… aware of the trauma but not caught… free to choose his own world and d… free to choose how deep to plunge into his observations,

The third day rising from the tomb… The ascension from an empty room, A life anew from a life expired, Rising in the sky, a sky bound fli… An image on a sunlit Easter morni…

As if the soil down under was a wa… on a journey to a downward pinnacl… where the voice of God reached the… and told it to rise up and follow… up through the soil and into the s…

My muse, my inspiration, my whimsi… my hidden gem, my knighted rider, she with a poem in her bewitching… at home in her secret hideaway in… who keeps heaven’s language locked…

Rocky roads left behind and forgot… melted down into white satin by the breath of the southern wind suface lined with rainbow dust smoothing miles up ahead

From a place of darkness overpower… the hell of life in a narrow cage where the way out is written in th… chronicles of life leading me into the future when

Napoleon, Genghis Khan, and the others had their dreams brought to an end when other more powerful armies rose up against them. Fighting was for a cause when both sides knew what they ...

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

Free of Sin Pure thoughts, no sin at all Safely home, an answer to the call Evil lives on a faraway island Too far away, nothing to withstand

Life After Debussy Life after Debussy “is” life When the music began to breathe With its colors and shapes upon Being resurrected from dark tombs