I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
Trumpets on high and violins aglow… sounding tympanis and basses below… cellos blending with sweetness in… approaching brightness and vibrant… moonlight fading with the impendin…
Rocky roads left behind and forgot… melted down into white satin by the breath of the southern wind suface lined with rainbow dust smoothing miles up ahead
Profanity It emerges from the most unexpecte… Like lava shooting thru’ a rose’s… Its temperament is molded by gentl… But gentle is too quiet and too co…
Nestled between two mountains, there is a quiet little village called Silver Springs. Everybody knew everybody, except for one strange man who never went outside of his house. He peak...
Celestial Man Of the flesh, but heavenly conceiv… A celestial man on a dangerous mis… Man of steel and man of tenderness Man of unconditional and unbiased…
Old man, you’re supposed to fade into the future with your spirits down like the summer greenery into autumn’s chilly nights. You ride your days into the next like a motion picture cowb...
Since human beings are natural born bigots, they must continuously work it out of their system throughout their lives. When we were born into that sin, it is our rightful duty to grow o...
Microscopic cannon balls fired from inferno pits, the lungs of the Prince of Darkness, located a million miles
Along the road to Martin’s Windin… before the season of mythical find… when Summer bleeds into Autumn’s… and sheds its green as it slowly w… discloses the mystery behind her d…
The beautification of an angel Of unassuming substantial beauty, A spirit made into flesh and bones… Fallen to the earth from the heave… Sitting beside the waters in her s…
Roll the waves oh maestro of the s… the rhythm of the world so let it… in sync with the rites of the naut… humming in the deep from all the l… Maestro moonbeams with their magic…
Forbidden Zone You dear sweet child, a blessing t… Endowed with kindness and affectio… God lives in your heart and guides… Your joy is him smiling through yo…
Flamenco Fury Waltzing, but not waltzing Feeling gay, but not smiling Dancing, but not floating Free, but not loose
Nature’s Repose On the busy canvas I left my sweat and tears The tumultuous ways of nature And the angelic smiles of bliss
Purification To life in its swirling masses And answers still in hiding From pure springs and sacred homes A life emerged, swathed in innocen…