Soft water like silken arms in harmony to a mother’s lullaby, a drifting on a lazy river, an easy ride in a quiet sanctuary, a listening to the melodic birds,

It reaches down as heaven sent for… With velvet wings to earthly port, To lovers on the verge of love’s c… To follow through with heaven’s pl… Love machines running on sweet per…

Of beauty cast out in the mystic s… of music with wings and whiter lac… a ballad above the clouds in a lig… rolling with the motion of the sur… sweet music from the pipes of the…

A Meditation on Nature Take a deep breath Forget your anxieties Lie still and hear the silence Listen to the rhythm of the birds

Days of yore when the moon was a mystic sphere, a quixotic poem for… a silver private island in the sky encased in the finest porcelain as the heads of colossal benevolent g…

Merry Christmas to all, and may all your Christmases to come be merry. May your spouse or future spouse give you as much love as you give to him or her. May the flame that’s in your h...

Melissa was a beautiful but sad young woman in her late thirties who had everything going for her, but she was extremely disturbed about something she had done in the past that bothered...

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…

We of the brave and fearless sort, When our visions seem to be cut sh… When we stumble along the charted… We pick ourselves up, comes anothe… What is a storm but a prelude to a…

He pulls words out of the open ski… As fires sprinkle their sightly pl… Bravery is a soft romantic escapad… Riding stallions through cosmic ro… The skies, his fun-filled playgrou…

Artists of the private circle of other lonely artists in a far away sphere, far away from mainstream’s influen… elated by a certain sound,

The slopes behind my school of yes… are still rolling through my mind… Sledding down the hills and feelin… are my Bunker Hill memories still… We dashed over there when school w…

Silent Sunday is not for the silent ones; those who rely on Sunday worship to think of God. If they can’t hear about him on that day, when can they? What about the rest of the week? Is ...

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…