Money’s Not So Bad Loud booming voices come to my bed… No place to go, no place for me to… Money screams at the top of its lu… In a secret language with differen…
The preacher introduced his family to his new congregation. One of his boys was “afflicted” with down-syndrome. Everyone was stunned but they tried to cover up their reactions and sti...
For those who have fallen as the white wings of death have come to their bedside and spread their cushy wings around their lifeless bodies
Chosen from lands unseen, from distant skies, geniuses and laborers, selected to fulfill a part of life’s furthest dream,
Mother Nature, mother of the eart… Tears of the sun, milk at the birt… Heroine of the forest, of silent r… A gentle stirring, a cordial breez… Arms of the angels, hands of the e…
In the Graveyard Eerie sounds from the cold damp gr… Come whistling though the naked br… Wailing ghouls dressed in tattered… Recite poems composed by the Maca…
What I am is what I am, What is hidden in my soul, What was there and always there, How my denials were rejected, Why non-believers come to believe,
Tempest churning, earth all moving… planets pacing, universe shifting, thunder talking, lightning dancing… music nervous, running prestissimo… waves pounding, rocks laughing,
No matter if our self-esteem has gone astray or still with us, we are still a consultant to someone who needs it. Those who even idle away their days and nights become dreamers and can...
As anger mounts and the battles wa… The wild beast breaks out from its… All hell breaks loose and anxiety… Like zephyrs growing into tumultuo… We look to the skies with wonder a…
The Return New paradises growing old and jade… Like crimson leaves into winters f… Like seasons that can’t last forev… We play by the rules and smile to…
With all its strength and assuranc… its mechanical intelligence, it took a hold of me with its iron… and took me high and beyond, slowly escalating up to the crest.
Shifting, drifting, colors and sha… my truths, my prose, my charming s… my run-a-way shadows on solid grou… rising and drifting as to heavenly… dressed in rainbow colors and harl…
What war? Isn’t war a way of gaining something that you don’t have by means of force? Shouldn’t it be fought by soldiers with the intent to kill other soldiers? Shouldn’t it be isol...
As the quiet sky sits still, We stretch our imagination And think of the Proper name to call it. “Ha ha,” it laughs out loud.