I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
Lie in peace thy defender of freed… who died upholding the laws of mar… that’s engraved in the hearts of a… who fought like hell til the very… He rests his bones in the forgivin…
Mother Nature of Bohemian dreams A taker of the wind to outward ext… A lover of the passion and of the… A heretic looking for a war to wag… A rebel of the stillness of the qu…
Not there but there so mighty, We gaze into nothing but yet every… The invisible that becomes the inc… The powerless but yet the powerful… The obscure but yet the obvious,
With my feet dangling above the clouds, my eyes fastened to their languor, their silky wings, their lazy drifting along,
The world of superficial beauty, the world of the common man who passes judgment on the surface… the world that’s entrenched in his… leads him away from the essence of…
Where homes are houses And shoes are anchors, Bound to the earth that Sings out of tune, The flight of music is a wounded b…
Knighthood of noble heritage and s… Fatherhood of moral legacies so mu… To uphold the laws of justice and… They act from courage and valor im… Each with an honorable duty to ful…
Air and melody, sweetness and sorr… encompassed by magestic wreaths of… tears of silent valor and sound em… of air passing through the hauntin… velvet lullabies wrapped in purple…
Little Slot Boy Little slot boy that you are Running through the middle Lost among those big ferocious gia… Who eat little boys for breakfast
Metalic leaves, the voices of the… the soft tapping of percussive me… Nature’s choir nestled inside the… like metalic hymns flowing through… a lullaby of the soft spoken zephy…
From the mouth of the darkened sky That snarls and blows the rains aw… Air machines in maddened churning From unholy pits of inferno’s burn… Curse the stillness of the content…
The man was left off easy for what he had done. All those he stole from would have liked to see him pay back the money, but since he spent it all on drugs he had none left. The judge o...
The lonely garden at the onset Of the evolution of life, The churning of mother earth, The yearning of mankind, The seed in his heart,
A masterpiece completed, a refinement of the refined, a journey to the highest mount, to the realm of the holy ground, the circle of the fraternal saints…
Marilyn my Marilyn or whoever you… You with your loveliness and plast… Your gates are covered in perplexi… Your deep seated mystery lies behi… Pools of sadness, deceit, wickedne…