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 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...
Mother Nature with her long, long… Her dancing freely with her many c… Her feet suspended between heaven… Her language broken into poetic ve… Her breath wrapped around the syca…
Harmonic Paradise, my love, my he… my pulse, my love, my exotica, my… You await me with thy loving arms, thy sweet breath that fills my emp… my home within a sea without a nam…
Music power, beacons in the dark, narrator of the universe, portrayers of certain epochs, storytellers in the melodic air, founders of universal alliance,
Windows The vibrant language of the soul Words silenced and moods revealed Portals blocked but yet still open Eyes are windows to the soul
The road to fame, The introspector, The discovery of the self, The high esteemed, the egoist, The prophetic, the inspired,
Upon riding on the clouds with my feet suspended between heaven and earth, deep inside her feathery arms of soft velvet and shiny skin,
Backward This Read .out way your find you help God .help for call your hear ever will
April, our lady who opens the door To plush green gardens on nature’s… Predictable as the morn until the… Casting shadows, what a glorious s… Along the forests and budding tree…
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…
Oh rousing music, how thou hast ta… To your quiet brooks and your stor… Riding on your wings through open… Arriving at the dawning of brand n… When boredom reaches the heart of…
We lie in the shade of the maple t… My beloved angel of twenty three, Whose lap is soft as a velvet drea… A quiet brook and a silver stream. I look into her deep blue contente…
Chivalry, that bygone custom of ye… As men grew weaker And women grew stronger, A melting of the armor Revealing a melted spirit,
The skies were doing all kinds of weird things last Sunday at Yankee Stadium. There was some naked giant guy floating in the sky. Didn’t he get cold in the tush up there? You don’t know...
Every man has a property in his independent self that no one else has a right to claim. When someone claims ownership without his permission, it is in violation of what the spirit n...