As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication [email protected] Sept 2014 issue
The takeover of the beast in a peaceful remote village nestled against the Altai Mountain Range where Emo was born,
The uncharted path to the Gods ab… Syncopated rhythm of fraternal lov… Brothers of unity bringing heaven… Where zealous spirits play and roa… Drums of passion kiss the feet of…
It was a sad day when William Blake shot himself in his library. When the police arrived at his home shortly after his wife called him, they found most of his books lying on the floor w...
To be the treasured one, found by someone else who you think of as being a treasure to you, is the basis for a healthy marriage. That esteemed opinion of each other preserves their res...
From clean beginnings and pure tho… From high among virgin mountain to… Like crystal waters into crystal s… Easy flowing comes from pleasant d… From clear thoughts come careful w…
Swiftly how love runs among many c… Like a ride upon the backs of wild… Affinity’s protocol handed down to… Each moment in line for all the ot… A sighting, a rush, a bewilderment…
The dawning of love, of a primal sighting, of the works of affinity, how it becomes clear as it opens up the senses
Flamenco Fury Waltzing, but not waltzing Feeling gay, but not smiling Dancing, but not floating Free, but not loose
Since God is responsible for giving me a talent, I feel like it is my duty to worship and thank him. He also gave me the ability to find it within me. Since I am at liberty to exercise ...
Good Sportsmanship One winner, one loser One ecstatic One disheartened The only way
Spatial Reveries Sweet sounds of music swirling alo… Heaven primed for scented myrtle s… Gardens singing melodies up and th… To the sky’s quiet drifting in oce…
Last Sunday in Central Park was the worship service of all worship services, the jam of all jams, and the intimacy of all intimacies with the brotherhood of man and ultimately God. My h...
All relations, sons, and daughters… The tired, weary, and lonely wande… Come back home and share with us, Your troubles, needs, and plans di… Thanksgiving Day, our reunion tim…
My Beautiful Gold I love to feel my gold To sift it through my fingers To see it sparkle I behold A night of sin and singers
Whir-r-r-r-r-r through the forest… like the eerie howling of the wolv… symphonic winds dressed up in red… seen through the eyes of the ears of the enchanted beholder