Sam the Cave Man woke up one morning after his million years sleep, went outside his cave in the year 2023 with his spear, and wandered about looking for his favorite stream to fish for...
Hush-sh-sh the beat of the twiligh… the pounding of nature’s drums, the muting of the daily trumpeting from the quietude enveloping the h… the expiration of the heavy sun,
Outside my window I saw him there With his peaks in view high in the… My mountain and I stood side by s… Sharing secrets with nothing to hi… My confidant and long time friend,
The Gift To woman for her I dance Showered with grace and elegance A peacemaker from all the rage The book of life she turns the pag…
The Right One The right God The wrong God The right deity The wrong deity
On the eve of that first pitch whe… rookies lay wide awake on their be… the night of sleepless minutes, minutes streaming into hours and b… eyes wide open and pillow soaked i…
Artists of the private circle of other lonely artists in a far away sphere, far away from mainstream’s influen… elated by a certain sound,
Pride’s Paradox Those who have none, emptied themselves of what pride they had and replaced it with self-pity. I… case, pride is a helping hand that…
Melody of strength and beauty and independence, from places been for places up ahe… weary but energized, cool but yet… from hands of assistance fair thee…
The beautiful rain, the crystallin… The poetic lines of the intoxicati… Systemic cascade of the heavy wate… Uniformity of the generated wind, The rhythmical beating upon the gr…
In the Beginning God placed two lovers at arm’s len… With heated blood and a mustered s… In the gleaming of my father’s eye The angels strummed a lover’s lull…
Maturity of thought is like the thickening of the shell that keeps on binding the spirit until all freedom of imagination is locked inside and looking to find its way out. When we are ...
Poet engines in the still of the d… As the supple pistons begin to swa… Moving up and down and outward bou… Playing with the lions and goblins… Moving away but yet inside the min…
Yesterday, me oh my, hot diggity d… My red hot out there dancing shoes… Ran away from me with the flying m… To the heat of the beat with a swi… Flying through space and keeping t…
Mr. Miller, the man next door, seemed to be a very quiet man. He lived alone in a small house with the curtains always drawn. He was a disheveled man who never smiled. His nosey neighbo...