Maturity of thought is like the thickening of the shell that keeps on binding the spirit until all freedom of imagination is locked inside and looking to find its way out. When we are ...

Pterodactyl pigs with earthly drea… soaring amongst the dreamy clouds, landward ho thy sky borne swines toward Mother Earth to set foot u… a habitat trading habitats or a

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,

Those strong arms of Mother Natur… That pull you into the heat of lif… Those pulsations of the hungry hea… That drive you to the threshold of… Those sublime rhythms of the spiri…

Lovely, deadly beast with ten horn… drifting in the holy air made unho… out of the fields of Gomorrah with tentacles reaching around the sun

Stay by Me Since through the night we drew ou… Tell me love, are you a tired trav… The houses that you visited are on… Do you have any desire to stop and…

September’s Symphony Warm days and cool nights Cricket songs and soaring kites Mating rituals and nature’s walk Bringing summer to a teary halt

That Killing Passion Cast your dreams aside young man When love becomes a dead end avenu… Nothing to keep your heart on cour… Nothing to bring you to sacred hom…

My friend had unexpectedly gone away from the city on a business trip. On his way to the airport, he called me on his cell phone. He forgot that he had left his house unlocked and aske...

Clouds change from the rising sun into the sunset from their day on… and colors bleed into colors like chameleons just like their sh… Nature’s a painter with an iridesc…

Take a deep breath. Forget your anxieties. Lie still and hear the silence. Listen to the rhythm of the birds. Make up songs to sing with them.

I of service to the Poet Gods, the kinds with no hands nor feet, but keen eyes, celestial minds and tyrannical tongues, chose me, a man with no dreams,