Above the Land We launch our dreams Upon solid ground We see the sky adorned by Its mysterious blue ceiling
Vampire Party poopers popping out From caskets and musty tombs about… Trying to have fun on Halloween n… No blood to drink, no jokes to rec… Can’t dance nor laugh, just sit in…
Truth be known through revealing eyes, courier of secrets stashed away, written on nervous script, confessors of the facts
Winter’s Relenting Comes a time when enough is enough Like jaws that have to let go They become tired of holding on When strength begins to weaken
The Final Stanza My heart and soul laid out for the… Each word is a wind blown pollen It searched for me through sharp t… It landed in my empty dreams of yo…
Thalia, Euterpe, and Terpsishore, three naughty mythical muses, conspiring at liberty, having fun with my mind, making me dance at funerals,
An Autumn Requiem Autumn has faded into wintertide Threw its garments upon the ground Begging for the mercy of the sun And its gallantry that goes away t…
How can savagery be different than it was when man first walked upon the earth? That same envy was felt inside when he wanted something that belonged to his neighbor. That same emotion ...
The Storm Easy skies with their feeble smile… Are hunting grounds for me to roam I laugh as I raise my mighty swor… At Mother Earth down there, my vi…
Air of rhythm of poetic pace circulating in cylinders of pure w… adorned in angelic robes in celest… with the pulsating drums up into t… uttered phrases from the mouth of…
Hands From the dust of the ground he aro… With appendages reaching out and Moving his body wherever he desire… Thus, he became the image of his c…
Ancient Gods at home in their sec… lords of the wind and conductor of… all powerful in mind, body, and de… creator and designer of the curren… surveyors at work a million and ni…
Lord Froghorn and his servants were out on the golf course one fine sunny day in a little village outside of Northampton for a round of golf. After he approached the first tee in front ...
Mother’s lullaby, the sweetest sou… That eases the anxiety from all ar… Music of a thousand violins playin… In unison in voice of an angel pra… All in reverence to one little voi…
Here they are again. Those words keep coming at me. They hide in my sub-consciousness ready to flood my being like a monsoon. After all those years in captivity, I opened the way for ...