This poem was written when I laying in bed at the hospital. It had to be quick because the doctores were getting ready to wheel me into the operating room
The Iron Beast Behold the iron clad beast As it rises from the sea It leaps upon the valleys It tramples every living thing
Final breath but air of hallowed t… a life to a new life, an old body left behind but a supernal body traveling on a highw… to bliss garnished in star dust,
Down, down deep and deeper yet, down the corridor and then some mo… in a musty cell in a cold, damp pr… on another island in the same ocea… is the home of the latent beast
Tapping of the drums From the clouds on high, The troubadours of the ruffled air… Euphonic cantata of the ruffling, Rhythmic lore of the highlands,
Hallowed be the fragile space that dwells between man and wife. It is God’s blessing that holds the wisdom of all creation. It is a flame that ignites a lover’s kiss. It is beauty tha...
Longer days and shorter nights up… as Winter will begin yawning to go… But first we must wait a little wh… before the frozen ground becomes m… Mother Earth in her old age moves…
The musician sat in his dressing room, crying like a baby. His emotions were spent as they had run through his body with no mercy at all. They had devoured him like the God’s of music...
The world outside my window, sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes reaching all the way to the tops of the glistening hill… that border the world’s edge,
As the heavy night weighed upon my eyelids, sleep became my only solace. My consciousness ceased to guide me as my spirit sped toward the land of dreams. My deep slumber put me on a p...
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,
Girl in the sight of hungry wolves… With your skirts above your knees, Playing house in your dollhouse, Wearing your smiles on your face, Smiles lost in the heat of the nig…
Brain Machines They run themselves out of touch In communication with nature as su… With overbearing voices they all s… You have nothing I know what you’…
From obscurity to infamy the road taken by the wicked one, the devil’s advocate at work, the bamboozlement of the masses. a plan to gain their trust from tr…
When the music is a runaway horse, and the frantic pulses run their c… and the nerves jump out of their h… as the frantic fires heat up the c… and the music loses its poetic cha…
Our work is our contribution to the betterment of civilization. Our desire to work is in our inborn nature, our dignity, to lift up our self-esteem through labor. It is our natural pled...