The inside voice in an outside man
Of stammering speech as life began
A child of the times but a father
A rapid advancement as the years s
Calling heaven’s language from dee

Poetry angel with her teary eyes
Her persuasive wings and tender si
Her stormy sea and melodious rainb
Her thorny peaks and gradual knoll
Her arms of satin and face of blis

Waterfall of a perilous beauty,
of pastel wings and thorns about,
angel abodes with demonic doors,
living water falling down from
deadly currents breathing life int

On the edge of the mysterious eart
with its eerie shadows and secret
echoing the language of the spirit
is the home of that drifting torch
that burns through the day,

Redskins
Redskins, Redskins, what a beauti
Wishing I could call my skin the
To be given a name to call me brav
A proud banner to battle I would

A song, not sought, intruding
Robbing my fairy dust–my happy tho
A song, stomping loud and robust u
She hovers over me, a dancing bonn
What a blue, warm haven she is upo

As the last breath looms ahead awa
Life and the living in the now aba
They find refuge from the forebodi
Away from the cold as the north wi
Creatures fight off the pangs of w

‘Tis no more a nocturnal emptiness
a sky without a mantle without a c
of noble heritage and noble banner
no castles, cathedrals, or stately
but a grand entrance to the spaces

You, rock of age with eyes,
ears, and memories,
were you there in the dark
before the light came
to reveal your form?

Music in the sound of the wanderin
Of skyborne vibrations broken up i
Fragments of rhyme and passion gro
From careful and valiant poetic so
Of seeds with sweet effervescent f

Fragile shoots from tender floweri
from father vines and mother’s mil
rise up on unsteady legs
to find the way and kiss the sun,
stretching out into fruited vineya

Hands on air below and hands on hi
seen by seers but not the eye,
relevant to the air but not the fe
touching but not touching,
lost between magnetic poles,

Rules of time and the chronology o
When order was a wondrous piecing
As the minutes grew into marvelous
And rudiments advanced to triumpha
They took me and delivered me to m

Standing before the tainted altar,
the unhallowed temple of the beast
from the chapel of pleasure,
adorned with red and black windows
with gargoyles protruding from the

Heavy lifters, strong backs,
feet of aerial dust, floaters of t
adhesive palms, wiry lifelines,
tenacious fingers, metal veins,
iron blood, strong wills,

Missiles of microscopic dimensions
of iron, skin, blood, and sand,
half human and half beast,
half steel and half flesh,
like gargoyles jumping

Me the self, my precious self,
of blood and flesh and wit,
perfect creation of man,
the treasure of treasures,
fighting for my preservation,

This wall that is built, is a line
To keep not enemies away but enemi
A wall round the mind it is, built
For eyes to stare out from the sou
My love can go deep, yet so does m

For those who have fallen
as the white wings of death
have come to their bedside
and spread their cushy wings
around their lifeless bodies

From the soft cushiony life
of pleasant thoughts and dreams,
of life laying out on a silver pla
of riches settling in the palate
with it’s sweet breath

The iron arms of tragedy,
a paradox of strength and infirmit
builders and destroyers of charact
lodged inside the flesh and soul,
the teeth of the hidden devil

Aerial beasts from the devil’s dom
hidden warriors of the polluted sk
equipped with deadly weapons
of mass destruction,
with wiry wings to battle the thun

Connected to the rage inside
that is there and ever shall be,
the force that drives
mankind to madness from
the consuming fire from the

Power is a lion that lives in the
pounding against the fragile walls
of his too narrow cage,
clawing his way to freedom
to run through the wilds

We wear the mask that grins and li
It shades our cheeks and hides our
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts…
We smile and mouth the myriad subt

Fatherly fathers,
potters of the clay,
ambassadors of morality
and knowledge,
inheritors of obligations,

With my feet dangling
above the clouds,
my eyes fastened to their languor,
their silky wings,
their lazy drifting along,

Air of the pure blown away
as the devil breathed upon the ear
his puffy cheeks full of poison
extracted from lethal streams
flowing from from his ghoulish hea

“Broken me?”
(I gingerly tap her shrunken shoul
“Do you see me as our life’s plast
“Sewn together with a glistening g
Those permanently shaped pieces, o

Suddenly without warning the storm
Upending all things standing in it
Debris everywhere, the world gone
Houses and trees, no one was spare
Roofs and branches littered fields