I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
Wearing green, their true colors, With numbers sewn on their backs, From tens and thousands to the mil… From the lowest to the highest ran… From the private up to the general…
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…
Rebellion As mountain crests summon the vall… Catch my waters that run down to y… As helium summons the spaces above All I have gathered will ride up…
Since man’s basic instincts are similar to animals, his sexual desires are also. He has no control over them. They are controlled by our creator who gives him the desire to procreate....
Tempest Rising Blue skies and gentle breezes up a… Mother Nature’s a kind lady, nobl… She smiles as we push off at the e… Darkened skies and phantom seas be…
Terror in little packages hidden in forests deep, further than the eye can see, out of sight, out of mind, an incident of little relevance
Beloved Poetry Thou art the language of the spiri… Thou art in the rhythm of the rain In the stories hidden in the cloud… And in the anger of a lightning bo…
Coming to a head in the days of yo… The tightening grew tauter for eve… As when the British kept us in th… How much longer would this opposit… A rebellion looms ahead it clearly…
My work devoured me. It took my hands and placed them at the controls of my labor. It took my mind to infinite depths that was controlled by divine powers that graced me with its stre...
The Rich Poor Man His pockets were empty But his head held high His soles were worn out But his soul was intact
The pulse of summer gets old and w… from the climbing up high to Aesta… our Autumn Goddess sporting her f… with her limbs all smothered in a… She kisses goodbye to the proud st…
Clarity Misrepresented He can’t wait for words to say The meaning of patience on display Words are messengers of the intell… Careful thoughts in place to proje…
Have you lost your way? Do you look for familiar islands to set your feet upon, or are you brave and invent new ones to sail to? A self-sufficient melody is like a courageous sailor ...
I saw her in her place in the sky, her home of pretentious smiles, of she devils who travel the azure… a graceful flight of a graceful fl… of beauty beyond beauty,
The other day while scratching my back, I came up with a brilliant observation. Since Michael Strahan scratches his back, he does the same thing I do. We must be of the same mold; broth...