Those who preach joy and happiness to all, but have none in their hearts, have nothing within themselves to verify those feelings. Their smiles are only cultivated and not the result o...
Millie the Maggot Oh how I love my maggot collectio… I sing lullabies to put them to sl… It’s fun to watch them slither aro… They look so sexy as they move
The Warning Take heed, ye fearless men of the… Turn your heads and hear my plea A storm is brewing, so stay home a… The fish’ll still be there, you he…
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 Outcast Her tears tasted of sweet and bitt… Her smiles climbed only half way t… As the whole called for its fulfil… But joy is a distant paradise in w…
Springtime with its renewed optimism cast away the dark days of winter. They had worn the spirit down, and man needed that boost to raise himself from his baseness. Almost everyone be...
Readers As flowers catch the falling rain Readers catch everything to gain For knowledge is the corner-stone… And wisdom pushes the waves ashore
Angels are in her eyes and the dev… with room for both to come inside… Heaven comes down into her gentle… and the devil’s in charge of her w… Her skirts are up high for the eye…
Ego dresseed up in satin finery with a puffed up chest and swollen… a one man show of musical gallantr… a rhythmic galloping of melodic ho… glory to the house of glory
More than a five day’s journey out to sea and out of sight, a water in its embryonic home, in the womb of a larger sea, the mother of the lilting tides,
That Day of Glory That big blazing fastball came on… As big as a watermelon for what I… On that glory day I was the king… A wise man too wise to be so foole…
Words of spite in their wayward fl… From unconscious places to weeping… From dark holes to windy candles, From spiteful mouths to sensitive… From dark caves to iridescent stre…
Father of Sound Oh father of sound With your bending and shaping Thy melodic chants And your sound so sweet and pure
Far Above it All The higher I roamed above the ear… The more it became a romantic drea… Its jagged mountain peaks Softened under my poetic eyes
Away from the drama and the prosai… on a shifting isle living in a dre… where truth is entrenched but fore… on helium soil and purple colored… Poets settle in but ride the whims…