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…
Roll the waves oh maestro of the s… the rhythm of the world so let it… in sync with the rites of the naut… humming in the deep from all the l… Maestro moonbeams with their magic…
Over jagged mountain peaks he climbed. Through thick jungle brush he plodded. In luxurious palaces he slept; but all these places were only a temporary visit, for his soul keeps searc...
Spirit of Captain Jack hovering o… captain of the bottle caps brigade… He twists the frigg’n cap to the r… when left I try to twist’n fight. A whammy is what he sent to me on…
It is a prelude to that magic vibr… Carrying two lovers to the World of dreams and revelations, Fleeing from the world left behind Of weights and measures,
Of love’s fragile spirit travellin… its sacred womb with velvet walls, from cathedrals floating within th… with delicate windows and pristine… its pastel colors gleaming the nak…
The out of bounds reaching The running from a common place with common thoughts in place A domesticated madness in bloom A freedom song with a girded voice
A Flower’s Seed Your body is so slight and trivial But yet you surge ahead Out of your iron-clad armour Up to the sun in all thy glory
Spirituality seeks the meaning of life, and technology gives it the fuel to find it. The two elements together stand in honor to God, and to their talents given to them, and to the pow...
Away from the drama and the prosai… on a shifting isle living in a dre… where truth is entrenched but fore… on helium soil and purple colored… Poets settle in but ride the whims…
Hallowed be the fragile space that dwells between man and wife. It is God’s blessing that holds the wisdom of all creation. It is a flame that ignites a lover’s kiss. It is beauty tha...
Scalermen at the foot of the beast, the mountain reaching into the mystifying clouds with its peak buried
The skies were doing all kinds of weird things last Sunday at Yankee Stadium. There was some naked giant guy floating in the sky. Didn’t he get cold in the tush up there? You don’t know...
Suzie Power the chosen one, The beauty of Venus replicated, Of shape and stature perfected, Of skin to delicate to touch, To spoil, to blemish,
Shy-eyed lady in forest glen, Lovely daughter of a beauty blend, Of a quiet mouth and lips of charm… Sweet whisperings of a fairy tale… With angel wings and slender feet,
