As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication [email protected] Sept 2014 issue
Capricious winds at play in the re… winds from the wands of the skybor… from the rattling bones of the thu… from the lungs of the air child be… and blow to the ends of the earth,
Nut House Boogie Nut House Boogie, boggie woogie My name I forgot my name is Rudy Birds fly around and into my soup Tastes kinda weird, sorta like poo…
The Fruit Of Courage Sentries with their razor like spe… Their anxious hearts pumping lava, Their hands that crush battleships… Their arms made out of tempered st…
As the sentence calls for the prop… Poets make up words like shumber s… As the story sits and waits to mov… Poets laugh and play with words in… They run into the fire
Old salt deep sea lover, seafarer of yesteryears and up ahe… riding atop nature’s briny waves with a song of the wind blowing kisses against the dancing…
Below the tranquil banks looking a… the power of the waves and of the… create a foam of white flowers as they explode and reach into the air with their frot…
The Cruel Sea Your smiling face and wild turbule… Your rancid depths with your sweet… Like the swirling mind of a laughi… Your savory sweets are laced with…
Beneath the infernal pits, the hell hole in the unfathomable, the seed of evil germinating in unholy gardens, an imminent breaking through
That beast that won’t go away, That hides in the bottom of the so… That mocks us and steals our fanta… That brings our dreams down to ear… That quickens our pulse for fear o…
Music at the easel with hands of satin and fingers of finesse, eyes of splendor and heart of passion,
From ancient homes to virgin lands… From places higher as the sky expa… From an ancient craft up high so f… Planet Earth is a crystal ball we… In blue wreathed in a mystifying w…
Libraries That seed that demands its constan… Planted by the hands of the Almig… That seed that will wither and die… Planted by the hands of the Almig…
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…
Deep down inside our soul lie two internal wills, one controlled by God and the other reinvented by man. God is the “full steam ahead one,” while man with his continual doubting, contr...
The Arrogant Cactus I don’t need your sympathetic tear… Cascading down and touching me From your blackened clouds up abov… Leave me alone in my independence