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
Comrades Forever In his eyes I saw myself Scared, nervous, and small To him, I, a strange beast Charging in from the wilds
Big, Big Lou, the wham bam man, From all around the damn lamb ran. Browntown Mountain and all around… Sound to ground, the big brown hou… Big, Big Lou with a barrel of rum…
Elysium, a peak into the hereafter… A climb before the climbing, A looking into the heart of life And finding the secret of death, A hidden knowledge in the sub-cons…
Sharks Aquatic sharks swim about Looking for their prey Danger can be spotted As a warning to keep away
The fire of love in its heated sta… as doves fly out from wooden cages… as heaven speaks in her native ton… and the shifting sands melt one by… passion speaking through heated ch…
From the pacific skies comes the f… in the mystic winds from an outwar… from a bursting star in the night-… rocks catch on fire, break loose,… Lava cools down and splits into pi…
Pillars of soft green emeralds ris… Like solidified columns of sweet i… From darkness, moving into the lig… Night into day, obscurity into pro… Mother Nature’s busy network neve…
A tail named Fido wagging its dog… happy in the sun and happy in the… dances to the polka, round and rou… to a dizzy round about on the grou… The sound of a dog banging against…
Data in disguise, covered up with a thick haze, born in reality on solid rock in the essence of truth but truth dressed up in flamboyant costumes,
The Touching Vibrations from magic sources Traveling along exotic courses Strange but akin to nature’s way The rites of love, as angels play
Peace and quietude, rivers sleepin… silence all around, waters stilled… nestled inside a loving womb, of mother earth, leveled river ban… peace and the immobility of peace,
Nut House Boogie Nut House Boogie, boggie woogie My name I forgot my name is Rudy Birds fly around and into my soup Tastes kinda weird, sorta like poo…
Dear God. As my heavy heart led me through the 624 acre cemetery last Memorial Day, I couldn’t help but think about all the heroes that you created that were willing to die for me just...
Moon Powers beyond, in strength she gat… All that sleeps in empty rooms As full moons dance and fragile oc… Rise into the eyes of the morn’
Shifting shadows splash across the… from early morn until the sun so l… inching its way over protruding ob… forming artistic patterns as the l… bringing to mind images of the his…