I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
Diggerman What did you find today? With morality in mind to obey Was it truths too hard to reveal? Locked inside for anxiety to feel?
Soaring high and higher, one step over the fields of death, gossamer clouds with wings of whit… the Olympic man on his Olympic sk… looks down at the valleys below,
Mt. Carmel Funeral Home, The final resting place for your l… In a mansion beside a murmuring br… With a tall iron gate at the entra… With ivy climbing up the stone wal…
Something beautiful, something grand of an iridescent image, rose colored morns drifting through
Out to sea where the sky touches t… where lives our beloved Neptune a… near an island beclouded by the as… out where the clouds and the glass… where our poet lives in solitude a…
Deep down where in our sanctuary l… Houses of comfort and houses of lo… Where comfort is four walls of sai… And longings are windows to look o… Feeling pleasure in the viewing,
Our Abode Aloft We’re standing here on a grassy kn… You and I together for what we kn… We gaze at the bulging clouds drif… And pick a spot above where eagles…
The boy was disheartened when the leader of his encounter group said he was aloof, detached, and weak. He wanted to fit in with the rest of his peers, but his thoughts were still miles...
From obscurity to infamy the road taken by the wicked one, the devil’s advocate at work, the bamboozlement of the masses. a plan to gain their trust from tr…
The Velvet Pathway Young man, why hang your head so l… When out of wealth we watched you… With your physical attributes so m… Your charming language, a love sto…
Sunsets Before the tired sun dips into the… Thank you Lord for showing me you…
The secrets inside the forest, the voices of the night, the gnomes and the sprites, the mythical, the authentic, the language of the owls, the lake…
Mother Nature, the supreme artist that she is, painted the mountain tops with a glistening white powder. From afar it was a masterpiece that made the blood run with pleasure. It was a...
Futuristic sound looks back to bef… to the history of melody and rhyth… when birds called to their mates and the rain fell upon the tin roo… that sheltered the hovels
Music in the sound of the wanderin… Of skyborne vibrations broken up i… Fragments of rhyme and passion gro… From careful and valiant poetic so… Of seeds with sweet effervescent f…