—R.I.P.— —Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 - —Killed in action— —On May 27, 2017 - —In Afghanistan—
The Budding A blanket of emeralds reach across… As summertime nears with its brigh… Mountain streams in their proud ca… The rites of spring in their joyfu…
The Lonely Flute A breath of passion Traveling through Throbbing portals A sigh so sweet
At Rest When our blood is an angry current Where velocity becomes a force Pushing the boundaries of sanity Surging past tranquil places
Brain Machines They run themselves out of touch In communication with nature as su… With overbearing voices they all s… You have nothing I know what you’…
Out in front with much to hide, Plastic smiles come out on cue. Behind the scenes is life as it is… In front is life as it appears to… Television is a rose colored world…
The Pleasure of Adrenalin The adrenalin rush makes My blood flow with ecstasy For pleasure is my Fountain of life
If you see a Zombie walking toward you down the sidewalk, you shouldn’t say, “Hey you Zombie, you piece of crap.” That is very offensive. After all, he she or it is a human being with f...
Euphonic winds carrying sweet soun… from ambrosial gardens and a sunri… hymns of the heavens come down to… on velvety shoots and diamond’s wo… blowing in my ear as the summer wi…
Beautiful Dreamer Beautiful Dreamer ‘tis me alone a… In the dark, though memories made… Stage is set I see thee clearly Your sweet flesh my passion runs f…
We gather up each and every family… to come home when comes November. Just like it was when we were youn… we gather at the table for dinner… Thanksgiving Day is the day to co…
Of waters in view of enchanted eye… Rising up yearning to touch the sk… A vision up close to a yonder site… As depth and perception come out t… A make believe land for the roving…
Blossoms stirring in the vernal ai… And coming to life with pretentiou… From branches stripped by winter’s… And the cold sinking to the floor… Springtime comes as the warm days…
“Around your finger, your beautifu… Your empty one that makes my spiri… Your poetic movements of swanlike… Of melodic heavenly moonlight over… Your beautiful finger, your orches…
Poor old Fred: He was born on February 29, 1956, but he’s only 17 years old. He’s a teenage old geezer he is. Feb 29th only comes up every 4 years, but he has been alive for 68 years. H...