Swiftly how love runs among many c… Like a ride upon the backs of wild… Affinity’s protocol handed down to… Each moment in line for all the ot… A sighting, a rush, a bewilderment…
A Quiet Interlude Blasting horns, redundant melodies Saturated notes, callous basses Piercing piccolos, thunderous drum… Wayward rhythms, hollow harmonies
Fantasies Reinvented Little girl, whose fantasies will… From tea parties and talking dolls From happy giants and polka dot ho… To what your body tells you to dre…
Can anger really end? Can a reconciliation reach deep enough into the soul and prevent the anger from resurfacing again? Love and trust are extensions of the Hoy Spirit that lives thr...
Amidst the storm, the hell on nigh… The wicked blasphemy is on the fly… The black clouds carry on their bl… Behind the devil’s doors the showi… The hub of evil tempers is swirlin…
The Velvet Pathway Young man, why hang your head so l… When out of wealth we watched you… With your physical attributes so m… Your charming language, a love sto…
In the Trenches We fought to go ahead in the game If we lose we can take all the bla… We came from behind so its twelve… Gotta’ hold’em they need a field g…
The entrance to Martin’s Winding, my winding that I call my winding, decorated with emeralds and diamon… the camouflage covering up winter’… makes way for the inundation of sp…
What I can’t see doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t have faith in it. I can’t see God, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t there. I can’t see the Holy Spirit that’s within me, but it doesn’t mean...
A Quiet Space Too full, too much, too loud, too… Piling on piles, shouting over sho… Stuffed into spaces, into forgotte… Every moment crammed with throwawa…
The Flood Sometimes good, sometimes bad Sometimes heavenly, sometimes evil Sometimes needful, sometimes super… Sometimes helpful, sometimes ineff…
Fire to the fire from hell uncover… as the flaming flames in sordid gl… through the wild wilderness and th… pounding against the walls of narr… as madness is unleashed from fury’…
My perfect poem is yet to be penne… It sits upon my thoughts with an o… It mounts up upon a fleeting steed and races through my dreams at ful… It gallops over my bed on lofted h…
Mother Nature of heedful ears, In northern skies throughout the y… Her golden heart with a silver lin… With goodness and virtue all combi… She keeps her promise from lands a…
Frozen Eyes Twenty second century passion Love, hate, joy and sorrow All the same, staring out into spa… Faded away with the dews of heaven