As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication [email protected] Sept 2014 issue
The Seed An ode to the beginning That has no end A life that can expire But leave its legacy
If the human mind were that of an ant, perseverance, that blind obedience, would become one’s natural way to achieve an end no matter how long it took, but since reasoning is in place, ...
Giver and sustainer of life, I honor you; you sitting in your invisible place in the skies, waiving your magic wand, slithering up the mountains, through the valleys, across the plain...
Where there is no place to look up… As if heaven was a vast wasteland, An abyss alone in the darkness, The only place to go to, The only place that comforts the m…
Passing through salivating lips, life’s sustaining ingredients move toward them to be processed. Rivers flow into them and lose their identity as they disappear into larger bodies. Wo...
As beauty wraps her wings around u… in her dominating innocence, her ripening, her charm, and shape… her perfumed gardens and tender fr… placing them in front of our eyes,
The Voyage Of the wind that casts a mystical… Of the bending of a fragile violet Where wilt thou ever settle down? Tire of thy movement of eternity b…
Kings alone and kings in peril, In castles with porous gates of ha… Lurking lines of steel outside, On alert atop their stallions astr… Sentries of ill begotten battle eq…
Music power, beacons in the dark, narrator of the universe, portrayers of certain epochs, storytellers in the melodic air, founders of universal alliance,
Come Ride With Me I am of the amusing sort With children all around They say I am a dreamer So I guess I have to agree
A travel from the home of sound, As quiet as a place inside the wom… From a stirring of the listless ti… A quiet thunder into a sweeter air… A note plucked on a string of the…
From the pacific skies comes the f… in the mystic winds from an outwar… from a bursting star in the night-… rocks catch on fire, break loose,… Lava cools down and splits into pi…
Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking
Upon your journey to that special… as poets drift into a land unknown at the end of an ascending current… flowing as climbing rivers flow from the unconscious to the consci…
Two lovers on skates, music weavers weaving into one, one dream, one ballade, one sunset… one rhapsody, one song, one space, soaring, upward lifting,