Running With Violence That cause, that secret something That lies beyond my door That something that angered someon… Who I don’t even know
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
Virtuoso ride in a sea of power Among the swells and troughs, Roller coasters of the quickened h… The briny waves of blue and green, Of white and silver crashing,
This poet lives in the world but i… aware of the trauma but not caught… free to choose his own world and d… free to choose how deep to plunge into his observations,
My electronic stuff, my alien isla… is beyond my knowledge upon foreig… far, far away but within my reach if I could land myself upon the be… My ship is drifting with the aimle…
The severing of the ties with Eng… As the people rose and took a stan… No more British rule from so far… And mandatory laws that they must… If they don’t know as to what thei…
Damn Those Poet Gods Sleepless nights and distant days Through thorns and sordid blinding… Pushed through comfort and rest ab… Steady hands molding faith in doub…
Pressed against the floor under volumes of books written in the language of the dea… in tombs of the unimaginable, the slaves of the prosaic,
The Christian Smile Through misery, dark clouds, pesti… Evil, abuse, slandering, violence, Humiliation, ugliness, earthquakes Famines, catastrophes, plagues
Happy Harvest Time Happy harvest time, it will come a… Long shadows waiting just around t… Money seeds planted in the early s… Ripen to give us our annual autumn…
When the Devil’s fire gets too ho… And the seed is scattered O’er hill and dale, And the kindled skin becomes ablaz… And the blood overruns its banks,
This is wrong. That is wrong. Everything is wrong. Complainers have their own language and loud voices. They wait for me to rise in the morning, follow me around every day, eating m...
From a family of a trillion plus s… from zealous tears into the dews o… the nervous clouds about in the lo… an assembly of the spirits as the… fragments ascending from the eyes…
The home of beauty, hidden inside an old worn out hous… with chipped paint and broken windows, called to me with a voice
Death is Nearing Death for I know I see thee come The hour nears so with the rising… I await its pain but soothing comf… To God my prayers I thee consort