Featured in "The Sheltered Poet"
All is calm and all is clear When voices speak from upward tier… Power surges and assurance rolls When a new spirit calls to empty s… Heaven speaks in a language unknow…
Intrinsic mandates from the mind o… the rules of discipline of staff a… conscience implanted, the seed of… in times of turmoil and uncertaint… a counselor that lives in caves do…
Carnal Wanderings He traversed across searing desert… Through peaceful villages Driven by a blind madness Extinguished only by
A special day for you and me and all those who fought for us to… Ever since the advent of all the w… on land, at sea, and on the shores… our country’s free from all invade…
I laughed, and I laughed, and couldn’t stop laughing. The story that I heard reached every crevice of my soul. It whisked me off in a purple carriage to never never land, founded by t...
Spirit of Captain Jack hovering o… captain of the bottle caps brigade… He twists the frigg’n cap to the r… when left I try to twist’n fight. A whammy is what he sent to me on…
We rise, we fall, then rise again. We dust ourselves off, then we beg… To work, to rebuild, to follow the… As if tragedy never came into our… Tragedy, the bearer of two differe…
They hang in the skies, gathering up their armies and arsenals from tropical masses and oceans of charity. Their thunderous clapping that announces the arrival of tempestuous fury are ...
Mother Nature and her soothing br… Her gentle smiles and her temperan… Her lazy meadows and sleepy willow… Her rejuvenescent arbors and cozy… Her recurring plan that blossoms i…
Words of spite in their wayward fl… From unconscious places to weeping… From dark holes to windy candles, From spiteful mouths to sensitive… From dark caves to iridescent stre…
Capricious pilots, slaves of the m… in obedience to the shifting winds… pilots at the helm of the currents… seen only by the poets and the mys… weavers of quixotic dreams and aer…
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Fightville Arena. Tonight we have an all out war on the card with not only two, but four contestants, all fighting until the bitter end...
The Union God smiles down upon One man and one woman Two wandering souls In search of another
The Rich Poor Man His pockets were empty But his head held high His soles were worn out But his soul was intact
Little Boy Lost I’m a little boy lost in a manly b… Who dreams of courage and manly fe… Too fearful to venture away from h… Comes a time to catch up to life