Up ahead along the country road, Thru’ the clearing of Maple’s abo… Where the winding around a certain… Becomes my winding, my forestial f… Though it’s someone else’s, it’s a…
Me the self, my precious self, of blood and flesh and wit, perfect creation of man, the treasure of treasures, fighting for my preservation,
Death Came Alive I awoke in a musty tomb With the smell of dead roses Trampled from the Devil’s feet Oh life, what are you now?
Penetrating eyes, emphatic oceans, slavers of the drifting seafarers, dominating beacons shining brightl… with eyes of steel and feathers an… in volumes of mystery and wonder,
Way down under the sea where Davy Jones’s locker lies or one fathom down from the roof of the water’s house where the crab boats sail
The iron arms of tragedy, a paradox of strength and infirmit… builders and destroyers of charact… lodged inside the flesh and soul, the teeth of the hidden devil
Mother’s Tears Little boy, don’t you cry Mother will kiss away the pain The angels will speak through her With a lullaby, the most beautiful
Early November is the time that belongs to us. The candidates we choose must live up to our expectations. We must be mindful of our choices. Some live with God in their lives and consul...
Chosen from lands unseen, from distant skies, geniuses and laborers, selected to fulfill a part of life’s furthest dream,
Sunday moved into Monday like a well oiled machine with precision and clarity. The age of time had lost one more day, and the power of the sun lost some of its stronghold with the end ...
The poem that you sent us was absolutely wonderful. When everyone at the office read it, they said it was the most amazing poem they had ever read. When I get home, I can’t wait to show...
I am of worth and so my colleague. I am the planter of so what I nee… He is the supreme of all of life Over me in his kingdom up so high. I sow the seeds with him in mind.
The tie that binds with longing br… Bound together with sacred hinges, Spanning over memories of sordid p… Times of weakness and times of sha… Souls need souls to share a secret…
The calm, too calm, too calm, too… Level banks level and waters pond, Soft cradles lull the wild beast t… Passion going down lost in the dee… Tempest rising with the call of th…
The River They all go by a different name It’s the riverbed that ever stays… Water forever seeks a lower level As it dresses up to dance with the…