Comes a time when the battering di… When the pain is a never ending sa… When the arsenals are like the nak… When resistance is a sapling again… When the calm goes into the wild,
Hot and cold and calm and ire black and gray and blue and pink skies of calico and skies of banal… vulnerable and flexible and pliabl… shifting clouds from ladles swirli…
Pasture, the home covered in succu… the table calling all sheep and ho… the melting pot where they all com… the softening of their barbarian n… equalizer of the variances in thei…
Prelude to a poem, rhyming rivers… around the bends in an effervescen… and in silken chutes from heaven’s… sliding upward and down to earthen… into auditory caves from melodic s…
After the calming of the first assault comes the second wave of the virus of the devil’s army with a vengeance upon the shores of the thinkers,
Air of the pure blown away as the devil breathed upon the ear… his puffy cheeks full of poison extracted from lethal streams flowing from from his ghoulish hea…
Horns of the Netherworld, the voice of the prince of the dar… the evil that lurks in dark alleyw… located down, down beneath the benevolent homes
Through the Rough Thickets and bushes with darkness… The road ahead, a discouraging jou… Moving forth without looking where… His visions locked in his stout-he…
Home On the ground but yet still floati… Living in a dream of open spaces Home is a nomadic romp through tim… Of moving feet and fresh environs
Like a tender sapling rises up pro… Its eyes look a head above the cro… And you and I with greatness in o… Lift ourselves up to the worldly s… We foretell our futures at an earl…
As if the soil down under was a wa… on a journey to a downward pinnacl… where the voice of God reached the… and told it to rise up and follow… up through the soil and into the s…
I am an artist and this is my testimony. My sensitivity overwhelms me. I didn’t choose to have it. It chose me. It’s like God selected some of us to inherit it, so it would move us ...
Run and hide Mr. Tom. Your days of immunity are all gone… Thanksgiving is around the corner. The axe man is getting warmer. Be the smartest turkey in the farm…
Full of secret thoughts and revela… Hidden from view in secluded close… Sordid dreams and perverted dramas… A representation of the darkness w… The side that no one wants to visi…
He had a mountain in his heart from the womb through ensuing days with its craggy sides against his… its wild lions roaring in his bold… the taste of adrenalin in his mout…