The Light I traveled afar through secret cav… Around dark corners and hidden sta… Into the silent abyss, a sinister… Demons flapping their anxious wing…
The devil’s brew of a perilous bea… Of nervous skies and spherical win… Of grays and blacks so deathly cha… Dancing the dance of a wayward dre… With an inner eyes that sees the c…
Rain or shine, Clancy’s widow would be seen at 3:00 PM every day, visiting her husband’s grave at St. George’s Cemetery on the hill. The tombstone read, “Tom Clancy, born Nov 25, 1919 ...
From dust to dust and poets to the… and words go down with sunken ship… Vibrating words no longer rattle t… and the prose no longer tastes tha… The tides and the moon are no long…
Maples with your branches, Snow covered and icy glare, Sleeping through the pangs of wint… Ready yourself for springtime to e… Sprout your leaves for summer’s he…
Suzie Power the chosen one, The beauty of Venus replicated, Of shape and stature perfected, Of skin to delicate to touch, To spoil, to blemish,
Last night our little church participated in a district meeting to hear a deliberation from our Regional Bishop concerning disassociation from the Global Methodist Churches. We have to ...
The iron arms of tragedy, a paradox of strength and infirmit… builders and destroyers of charact… lodged inside the flesh and soul, the teeth of the hidden devil
At the Christmas office party, CEO Schmaltzberger was asked to give a speech. After everyone was bored and trying to stay awake, he ended up his talk with a so called “joke” that went l...
Maestro With your baton you Blend colors with colors and Moods with moods You pull rainbows out of the
Serenade to the Sun An ode to the phantom mountains Peaking out through nocturnal curt… The break of day for cellos lament… As darkness fades to night owls re…
Moon Powers beyond, in strength she gat… All that sleeps in empty rooms As full moons dance and fragile oc… Rise into the eyes of the morn’
Free will is a canticle of freedom, but it is not freedom. It is not the fruit of our desires, but it is the voice of the spirit that whispers to us the merits and limitations of freed...
She sits alone watching people as they laugh and share their pleasure with each other. Her sad eyes tell a story of her loneliness; of how she longs for a friend to share her bottled u...
Sound asleep on my little island Way back deep a one man clan A word for all and all the guys Far back even for all the Y’s I wish you all the very best