Featured in "The Sheltered Poet"
We come to begin again our youth, To savor love’s sweet nectar’s jui… From Cupid’s arrow lodged inside, To home to love and lust bestride. My sweet love, my cherished Linda…
The Commander Music through its wild pipes Screaming melodies from nature’s p… Though sometimes a violet’s sigh A laughing rage, a forsaken presid…
When I studied jazz years ago at music school, I asked my piano teacher to write down some riffs and turnarounds, (melodies based off of chord progressions leading to a new chord or key...
Dominating Forces She is a rare orchid hidden in the… Doves fly to her, their sanctuary… Her body is a statue of soft white… Every curve is a sea of velvet wav…
One tier alone in the night, an empty heart and empty cry, A soloed walk in the romantic air, a music without the sweetness, without tiers piling up in layers,
My soul is my friend from whom I seek counsel. It draws me closer to God and his wisdom. It is an equalizer that dethrones the oppressor and lifts the downtrodden to infinite heights....
When the music is a runaway horse, and the frantic pulses run their c… and the nerves jump out of their h… as the frantic fires heat up the c… and the music loses its poetic cha…
Time to dress up for the gala of s… Heralding in the new with life and… Every ear heedful to Mother Natur… Finds everything scurrying up to m… The grasses peaking up through the…
Rapture in the Eyes Beauty out in space all alone, confined to her modest abode, her talons fixed to the flooring, her gilded wings glued to her side…
The quiet strings smoothed out the… and everything sat still with an e… The soggy air hung above the glass… and the quiet grew soft and the so… Hush-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.
The tides of anxiety as if the flowing was immobile, as if it was a wave glued to the sandy shore, when time was a standstill horror,
Zzyrg Don’t ever look at me I have to stay near the end I keep the alphabet in front So I can hide
Adrenalin Rides Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-sh-sh-sh Skies shifting, rivers splashing, Thunder clapping, volcanoes rantin… Bombs blasting, laughing, shaking
Mountain crests sit upon their thr… As kings and tyrants rule from the… Dictators dictate the way of the w… Around and about as the winding be… As lieges travel the mountains on…
Out there in the wilds where civilization is yet to be, where the paths are not yet paths, where the trees grow and