As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication [email protected] Sept 2014 issue
Solitude, alone from the turbulence in the soul, is a hush of silence that lives and thrives from the lull of the day, as if everything stopped to pay homage to it. It acts by itself w...
Baton man with music in his ferven… Sends it up and away into spirited… Into unfamiliar seas upon the rock… Into rain forests and ancient virg… Guided by passion and dreams and l…
Knowledge is a beacon shining beyond its own immediate boundaries. It sheds a light on the next stage of learning,
What a game last night! Yes, miracles do happen. The Seahawks are the Super Bowl Champions for the second time in a row. Down 28 to 24 with 2 seconds to go in the game, Russell Wilso...
Primal sounds from mother’s lips The dawning of life Lullabies, the first language “Sleep little baby.” Rest your head in my cradle
The Golfing Gods The pin calls out to me Hit it high and straight I’m waiting here for you Line it up and bring it home
Virtuoso ride in a sea of power Among the swells and troughs, Roller coasters of the quickened h… The briny waves of blue and green, Of white and silver crashing,
Clusters living in their tyrannica… Clusters sewn together with celest… As tyrants cast the music into new… To test the waters of unfamiliar t… Music of the new is a strange exot…
Feathers stroking the spirit withi… running to the heart in poetic sin… stirring up the heart with a wizar… with old remedies and something ne… softly as is in the early morning…
Of thoughts traveling from a secre… from deep within to the skies on d… then back down through the rainbow… collecting colors from an outward… colors come dressed in their noond…
Talking Bodies Truth be known as passions rise As nature clenches its mighty fist… Like magnets pulling from the nort… Bringing southern ways to its door…
In your monitoring, are you that stern schoolmaster that sits on top of the fence that divides the right from the wrong, or the normal from the abnormal? Are you anxious to paddle the ...
Classroom lore, industry’s interes… Young minds developing, Learning as much as one can grasp, Fulfilling industry’s needs for Individual and communal prosperity…
Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking
Lowest Levels Hell’s paradise slithers on the fl… Serpents, demons, and laughing who… As water pines for lower levels Humanity dances at demonic revels