Confrontations Me with my illusionary shifting sa… My truth tailored to my own size My hopes relinquished, my fantasie… Like the old dying and the new com…

Shivering words and arctic cold Tedious stories ever growing old Nights of romance passing by Nigh without words or a starlit sk… Rainbows linger without being seen

The Rose A rose in all its splendor ‘Tis a sight I shall remember An ode to all God’s handiwork Rising clear above the murk

The poor man with no religion, with nobody to tell him who his en… or what label to be classified und… or what despotic leader there is t… for disobeying his man-made mandat…

A divine blessing in its proper order has the wealthy inheriting the humility of the poor, and the poor using it to regard themselves with the magnanimity of the wealthy. He who grows ...

Passion motivated And passion executed, Love’s requirements But abstinence defied, The love of lust and

Futuristic sound looks back to bef… to the history of melody and rhyth… when birds called to their mates and the rain fell upon the tin roo… that sheltered the hovels

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…

The Right One The right God The wrong God The right deity The wrong deity

He sat in his booth in front of the microphone in his neatly pressed Armani suit. His fingernails were manicured, and his face was a portrayal of honesty and goodness. When he spoke a...

My sweet wonderful work hails me from my slumbering hours. To me it is like a beautiful wife in need of me to be at her side. It stirs my passion where that is the only place I would ...