The road to fame, The introspector, The discovery of the self, The high esteemed, the egoist, The prophetic, the inspired,
Perfume When she passed by, the scent was… Moving in the air and running thro… A summer’s wind climbed through th… Drenched in heavenly brews and tas…
As mother sun warms the ground And the residue of snow sinks down… Reaching the frozen homes of the f… They start their thawing after man… Up through the soil and beneath th…
High above the highest mount, the temple of morality glistens in the sun as its defiant voices echo through the valleys. Humanity smiles at humanity and wipes away its tears while the ...
Something beautiful, something grand of an iridescent image, rose colored morns drifting through
As old geezers say, ”Enough is en… Hooking up all their chaotic stuff… Computers, TVs, telephones, remot… Electronic conundrums for us old g… Before we go completely insane,
Tensions tensed as the clanging go… As hammers hammer and the windy wi… Nervous nerves moving upward to th… As the praying frayed and the devi… Tempers tempered with the gentle c…
Our lady Affinity, the magician of the skies, with her magic wand reaching through hallowed spaces, in search of two strangers
Love’s religion is of the highest order with no labels attached; no isms, no envy, and no intelligence that interferes with that deep feeling rooted from a love of all things, a cleavin...
Into the depths go I alone Traveling at a careful pace Over land and sea, foam and mist Heavy armour and smiling masks With a surface so clear and so mis…
Weaving through life and life of d… Hanging onto fragile threads, I continue on my journey of wonder… Holding onto the real and the imag… The mobile and the immobile,
“We welcome you brother sun so fai… Your warming smiles and soothing a… Against our skin and barren limbs, From sacred skies and hallowed hym… Of angel choirs singing winter’s l…
Where eagles fly and pit bulls hid… Waiting for invaders to come insid… With all the muscle we have on han… We’re well equipped to defend our… Like pit bulls in a battle we are…
My poem is not my poem. It belong… “Adoration of the Earth,” the fir… took me into another world from th… lifting me up with my feet still o… bringing me up into an exotic ethe…
My boat is adrift on the high seas with no rudder, no engine, no powe… at the mercy of the winds and the… the waves crashing against the boa… coming over the side,