I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
Me the self, my precious self, of blood and flesh and wit, perfect creation of man, the treasure of treasures, fighting for my preservation,
Music, the intoxicating smiles of beauty, steals my heart; then begins to climb into infinite spaces where my dreams have been. It is like the sweet language of my beloved that mingles...
This year not like last year, We come together for a holiday che… Traveling by car or by plane, Our worries no more we overcame. After vaccinations we’re good to g…
Witches anew are the dudes of the… on vacuum cleaners up high somehow… They get up off their skinny out-d… and sail away up to the many moons… no more sleeping, weeping, or seri…
On a hill where the trees have no… and the bands of the dead with dru… play on at the gates of the olden… where Dracula and his evil spirits… Those who ventured up the craggy h…
Hush-sh-sh the beat of the twiligh… the pounding of nature’s drums, the muting of the daily trumpeting from the quietude enveloping the h… the expiration of the heavy sun,
Herbert the broadcast blues man of… lives in his house on Cherry Lane… too scared to come out of his rubb… in fear of the world caving in too… A victim of too much TV he is for…
Giver and sustainer of life, I honor you; you sitting in your invisible place in the skies, waiving your magic wand, slithering up the mountains, through the valleys, across the plain...
A New Paradise Familiar environments Growing cold and sore Looking for fresh new places A new paradise
Without Passion A poem not written at all Emptied out by rhetoric A song not sung at all Emptied of all passion
Nature’s Careful Plan A proud ascending to the sky A silent pride without knowing A secret nest up way on high Building homes for future’s stowin…
Outside boy living in his chosen r… swirling with the madness in his h… listening to the commanding voices… and the music of the demon playing The Aberation of the Gods of Baa…
Visions Ahead Like the squirrels and too the bir… All God’s creatures of countless… Acting out of their natural instin… To finish the task and keep in syn…
Some Cupids don’t get it right. Some Cupids see the light. Some Cupids fly around in a cloud… Some Cupids stand above the crowd… Some Cupids don’t know how to fly…
Written on the Face As moods shift like the sand So the eyes become their shadows In their shifting manner When worry agitates the quiet soul