Wealth and morality came to him in his early days. They lifted him up to a proud position. When morality came to him, it outweighed the importance of being wealthy. When all his weal...
It was a sad day for one cold, rain soaked man as he sat in the confessional. His feeble words came out of his mouth as he tried to hold back the tears. “Forgive me, Father, for I hav...
The Reluctant Christian Smiles affixed, morn’ and night Pretentious faces, cheeks growing… Running out of time, oh for a peac… The Christian way, what a price t…
Oh sweet, sweet sugar and spice, Oh that sensual feeling, That other world of instant pleasu… Those energizing angel fingers With smooth, creamy tips,
Little Drummer Boy Rudiments my laborious task ahead Mental spaces they wait to be fed A vacillating tap and a gentle sou… A quiet spirit to lift off the gro…
Paradise of the senses, yea I hav… With its golden streets winding al… A wandering through to escape my b… One more quest to complete my life… Paradise of the senses, a thrillin…
Song of colors, hands of lofted co… colors with wings, with airy shape… with dancing rainbows that follow the storm, that rise with the scarlet morn
Upon your journey to that special… as poets drift into a land unknown at the end of an ascending current… flowing as climbing rivers flow from the unconscious to the consci…
The fog shrouded the moors like an ugly gray blanket, and the valley smelled like death. The howling from the wolves was the only sound that could be heard. In the stillness, I awoke,...
Phantom fires raging from the skys… from nocturnal battles out of the… casting images against the clouds… beautiful yellows shimering throug… casting shadows against the mornin…
How can you punish someone for being a bigot? If he wants to be miserable with his convictions, let him be. He doesn’t know that debasing someone else is debasing himself in the same ...
The Proud Violet My journey through cold Darkened matter hastened me To rise and find the sun, That radiant paradise,
Cool and Refreshed Black clouds for scorched meadows… Beautiful as they swarm the skies… Their stored up moisture about to… A heroic poem versed for summer’s…
Skinny Minnie Skinny Minnie was
In our old age there comes a time When we can’t find the words to rh… With your assistance, you can sure… When we were young, we didn’t have… For young writers, words are easy…