Without Passion A poem not written at all Emptied out by rhetoric A song not sung at all Emptied of all passion
Visions of the Prophets Wonderful words of Gabriel, the a… Spoken words from Allah, the bene… Peace and goodwill toward all mank… The Qur’an, the book filled with…
Home On the ground but yet still floati… Living in a dream of open spaces Home is a nomadic romp through tim… Of moving feet and fresh environs
Aura, our Goddess of the wind, of summer softness, hovering above the meadow, saw me driving toward her field. After I went around a curve in the road, I witnessed her blowing the sweet...
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…
Two brothers were born from the same womb. One could memorize countless words from the dictionary and adapt them to his speech. The other brother, a poet, was blessed with the ability...
Futuristic sound looks back to bef… to the history of melody and rhyth… when birds called to their mates and the rain fell upon the tin roo… that sheltered the hovels
Cello tears flowing through the mo… bend around the corners and angel’… Sepulcheral melodies fall upon the… through dark corridors into hollow… and fill them up with reminescence…
Charging Forth Time is a conquering army That stops at nothing As it charges forth Cutting rivers
Fanatic Man Beware, there’s a Jesus man with… With Bible words stuffed inside h… Psalms, Canticles, Proverbs, Ver… His arsenal waiting in the wings
Readers As flowers catch the falling rain Readers catch everything to gain For knowledge is the corner-stone… And wisdom pushes the waves ashore
Silk The embodiment of pleasure is one… It slides across my skin and throu… It massages every pore and every y… Like a new bride on a new night at…
The Warm Up Winter’s grip growing tired and we… Colors arising from out of the dre… As seasons march into a new paradi… Climbing out of tombs with big, bi…
The Sanctity of Pleasure The sanctity of pleasure is A sacred hymn in praise of nature’… The body is a flute in which the Mind adjusts the melody
John was a nice boy of seventeen. He always had a big smile on his face. He was always helping out the neighbors; going to the market, shoveling snow off their sidewalk, and doing all k...