I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
As I sit suspended above the mountains, I can look down and reflect on what went wrong. The year 3000 was a very prosperous one. With the population growth under control, there was pl...
Orphan boy, how you have Grown up all by yourself, God’s creation, a perfect boy, From out of the wilderness With no family to love you,
Black clouds rolling in and throug… Tympanis pounding in a witch’s bre… Tempest racing in the northern sky Flocks of trumpets on the fly Hell is forming on the blackened s…
Virtuoso ride in a sea of power Among the swells and troughs, Roller coasters of the quickened h… The briny waves of blue and green, Of white and silver crashing,
The Freshening When the seasons hath laid their m… On hillside’s dreary faces up nort… Gone to prayer with frantic prattl… Time to quell the rage marching fo…
Hear ye, hear ye, whiners take hee… There is a place just for you, Not at the barbershop amidst An unfortunate one’s haircut, Who has listened to your complaini…
Love is a never ending journey That is meant to keep flowing. It flows through all the obstacles That must be overcome. It encounters the enemy on the way
A song to be sung by a select few, Those who love their labor true, Those who toil with love in their… Who work the fields 'til day depar… Alone from those who idle the day…
Is heaven exactly sixty four and a third miles up from earth, forty three miles in length, thirty two miles high, and twenty seven miles wide? Does it have high walls and barbed wire a...
Orchestral swells to the common ma… a swooping unnoticed and unheard, a race to the highest peak, eliding over the intricate notes, skipping over tender moments,
Silk The embodiment of pleasure is one… It slides across my skin and throu… It massages every pore and every y… Like a new bride on a new night at…
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…
Death is Nearing Death for I know I see thee come The hour nears so with the rising… I await its pain but soothing comf… To God my prayers I thee consort
I am a musician and this is my testimony. The God’s of music had me in their sights as they invaded my soul and directed my heart to only desire what dwells behind the surface of the m...
Down among the sunken ships, the furthest distance from heaven, out of touch with the swirling tem… fathoms under fathoms and beyond, the no man’s land of the macabre,