Featured in "The Sheltered Poet"
Primal fires from secret places ignited from the souls from unholy… passion from the wild out into the… unleashed from the dark by the dem… fires stained with blood and yello…
The aroma of pleasure and the para… The flame unheeded and melting of… An impromptu dance of the spirit r… A reaching down into the loin all… A wild ride without a plotted cour…
Man of ardor and man of song, Man of iron and man of velvet, Who throws his heart and soul, Loves and hates, arms and legs Into the storied depths of the son…
Noisic Big business with their swollen he… Touching purity with their greedy… Dressing up the music in ten dolla… Evaluating quality by popular sent…
Diggerman What did you find today? With morality in mind to obey Was it truths too hard to reveal? Locked inside for anxiety to feel?
Appendages of steel and velvet and… Of beauty, tenacity, charm, sweetn… Poetic, tuneful, melodic, fiery, s… Reach out into the depths of the i… They summon the subconscious to su…
Thanks be to God, our conscience not only gives us ears to hear him, but pain in our souls to feel what wrongs we have done. It is our innate judicial system. It threatens, punishes, ...
He walked home from his piano gig one evening, but couldn’t find his house, even though he had lived there all of his life. He had thoughts in his head that still took him to somewhere...
Electric slave, the faithful assistant, the switch on the wall, the turning on the switch from the hand of the taskmaster,
Beauty in the music, did you scatter yourself to unknown places? Are you hiding underneath the sound? Ears too insensitive cannot hear you anymore. Your undiscovered prominence is fa...
Stately mansions or cardboard boxes, we call our home. At day’s end, there is that special place where we always return to. That is our place that belongs to us, where we find our com...
Perpetual fliers of the old and ne… Claiming their place in the skies As they did when the trees were bo… And the rivers began their running… A sight to behold,
Christmas at the Miller household is in the gathering of all the relatives scattered all over the country. Some come from distant locations and some from close by. It is a wonderful day...
From the ground I looked up and s… A colossal Ferris wheel touching… Daring me to come aboard and ride. I got on as I swallowed my poundi… My inner voice telling me to abort…
At Rest When our blood is an angry current Where velocity becomes a force Pushing the boundaries of sanity Surging past tranquil places