He received his PHD in music composition at Berkeley. He wrote a symphonic piece that was performed by the New York Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall and received a standing ovation. Ev...
“Hmm,” thought I. “I pressed the button on the phone called the (balabala) button. It says that it might cause a fire…
Poetry reaches its dreaded end when love becomes a grouping of letters, i.e., l-o-v-e, and not a spiritual phenomenon that alters the chemistry of the human heart and parts the clouded ...
At the Crux Here I am at the crux on high Living with life when death’s on n… It comes to me with its bloody tee… Its sword drawn from its gilded sh…
Hear ye, hear ye, whiners take hee… There is a place just for you, Not at the barbershop amidst An unfortunate one’s haircut, Who has listened to your complaini…
The slender fingers of Astria, Star-maiden and teary-eyed, and angels suffused in melodies stroking lovely strings of the har… sending vibrations hitherward,
Death of the spirit in defiance of… plants the fear of the unknown of… the downward spiral of the lust fo… the helplessness of losing control over something we can’t control,
Sensitivity is like a fountain of… A journey into the depths of passi… A look into the thrill of living, A daunting ride without a driver, A curious look into the darkness,
The home of balladry, of the melod… the whistling trees, the flutes of the forest nymphs, the air that passes through the ke… the magic air that breaks into pie…
Silent Hearts To know without knowing To discern without discerning To taste without tasting To dance without dancing
In underground temples with iron w… from under the earth in darkened h… engines roll with unsainted hymns and the world’s at risk as the dev… pouring venom through untainted pi…
Paradise of the perverts, house of the weird, land of the gushmucken, grandmas whipping midgets, midgets growing sexier
After the feasting on turkey and m… who becomes the receptacle or the… Instead of dumping the leftovers i… or making tons of dinners of turke… we invite big fat Uncle Fred over…
Your Lover Awaits You You who think you’re so ugly Have powers you don’t know A charm that you who cannot see To someone you can let it flow
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...