Cry Pride gloating, sorrow talking, eu… Sentimental truths pouring out of… Hidden places that hide under call… Speaking to us like the wild rain…
The most Holy night is upon us so… Silence is in the air under the si… A star of Bethlehem is seen so fa… above a manger where Baby Jesus l… A trek for the magi is about to be…
Expedition of the winds of the bor… the blanketing of the cold, cold skin of the hills, the shedding of the snows of the h… the teary eyes casting their sorro…
Slicing through the naked branches of winter’s hollow forest, the wind, the exotic language, a fanfare to the song of winter, a prelude to the soul of the seaso…
Glassy waters, tranquil mood, Deep sea furnaces, heated environs… Air of the Nautical Gods, Hymns of the sleepy giants, Dreams of the lazy summers,
With all its strength and assuranc… its mechanical intelligence, it took a hold of me with its iron… and took me high and beyond, slowly escalating up to the crest.
Beautiful Danger You with your dark knights in the… Dancing to the rites of the macabr… Your sweet arsenals on the alert Your honeyed poison on your lips
This year not like last year, We come together for a holiday che… Traveling by car or by plane, Our worries no more we overcame. After vaccinations we’re good to g…
The Golfing Gods The pin calls out to me Hit it high and straight I’m waiting here for you Line it up and bring it home
He stands alone in the middle, a man with no voice. He doesn’t belong to one side, but to some of the both. Some say he is ignorant. He is neither a Democrat or Republican, left or r...
Southern Winds Pushing northward in their gallant… To the frozen tundra as winter unr… If snow could talk, a sad story in… Winter’s lament while fields go to…
Deep down inside where Space is connected to space Where oceans sing of empty limits And time is a roving vagabond Lies a receptacle with no name
The Arrival The Secrets of the dark night Hidden behind the walls of obscuri… Come into view with the morning li… As the sun starts its westward jou…
We owe all the knowledge we got from the man who invented the wheel and all the tribesmen he inherited “his” knowledge from. From this, the mechanics of transportion took root and branc...
The stain of data and logic eating its way down to the core, laying in the soul, taking up residence in the muddled… the renaissance of the new poetry,