Featured in "The Sheltered Poet"
Technology Do not forsake me with your Intelligence so far away You leave me bewildered as a wizar… Would have done. You make life e…
Polar Man, you’re losing your gri… You’re getting tired and ill equip… Your fingers are weakening and get… As you appear in the eyes of the m… Your days will be warmer and futur…
The giver in us, the mighty force of the Almighty, the hammer of the Holy Spirit, the builder of the conscience, the walls of the house of humanity…
She is one of the normal many; neat, proper, jovial, goodhearted, gregarious, companionable, but also immature, insecure, hypersensitive and fragile. She is in her forties, but her emo...
As flowers call for the sun and ra… Industry calls for fresh new minds… Those who are there aren’t there f… So we must learn what they know And be capable of adding more to
Earth forever marching to the thun… In submission to a rhythmic wonder Of human response to the commandin… Domination of the mind and body al… Strings of the tyrants of the core…
Gypsies wander and melodies roam To unfamiliar places to call home Never resting, never sitting down With their feet up off the ground Taking flight with symphonic wings
Waters end as eternity becomes wal… The edges of the horizon start clo… The mystery of the beyond is etche… Quixotic dreams became encased in… Mother Earth is a beauty that los…
Above the Land We launch our dreams Upon solid ground We see the sky adorned by Its mysterious blue ceiling
Of chordal blending and potent sac… and jasmine sprewing into music fi… heaven sinking down into earthen p… into melodious gardens as harmonic… earth and sky mingling with each o…
Garden of loveliness and lonelines… birds conversing in sophisticated rhythms and expressive pitches, trees bearing luscious green leave… zephyrs rolling off the mountains,
In my hours of deep sleep last night, my dreams sped toward me like a vivid saga that stormed into my being and kicked into my divine faith. There were two Gods, the familiar one of the...
Thorns Nature’s arsenal Guarding the perimeter Sentries at their post Clutching spears with swords ready
A musical performance can’t be judged by familiarity alone. If it sounds different, it doesn’t mean that it is inferior. It should be judged by skill and the quality of sound. If it is ...
Dear God. If I were a soldier, this would be my prayer. Give me the strength and the courage to be a martyr like Jesus, with his soft eyes and valiant spirit. His sacrifice allowed o...