This poem was written when I laying in bed at the hospital. It had to be quick because the doctores were getting ready to wheel me into the operating room
The chameleon sun alive as the pas… running through the sky as the sup… a good-will mission of pride and e… in a yellow chiffon dress of allur… headed west where the end of day g…
Up From the Grave His old tombstone, beaten by the w… After many years of being left alo… Lies behind a church cursed by the… In an old abandoned graveyard
Beyond the veils and high up highe… Where another world sits over the… An empty space with nothing to sho… Or an overflowing busyness of the… A cathedral floating with the spir…
Journeymen up high in the ranking, high up in the sacred skies, well schooled and able bodied, living in a busy atmosphere, in the hub of the air
Winner vs. Winner The finest vs. the finest The best vs. the best Number one vs. number one Perfection vs. perfection
Down in the Dark From heavenly smiles and angelic h… From thoughts that grow in sacred… From white sands that glisten in t… Down cryptic hallways to that wick…
Money’s Not So Bad Loud booming voices come to my bed… No place to go, no place for me to… Money screams at the top of its lu… In a secret language with differen…
Aromatic gardens of exotic delight… A taste of pleasure through the ni… Apples falling from fruited trees Ripe for the plucking in a summer… A maiden journey into nights of pl…
The Utopia of the modern world to… God undivided from the same lump o… Christians and Muslims, Ramadan a… The avenue to God, but a differen… To find the paradise is the golden…
Exemplary Disciples Eternal Joy within is a Brightly burning torch Ignited by the Holy Spirit To be passed on to
That tempest in her churning her dark gray contorted face her razor teeth digging into the s… those scowling eyes of steel that swastika burned into her neck
Whir-r-r-r-r-r through the forest… like the eerie howling of the wolv… symphonic winds dressed up in red… seen through the eyes of the ears of the enchanted beholder
Driven What am I alone with silence on m… A wounded bird locked in a gilded… A ship on the high seas without a… A dream left alone to sink into th…
Batter up to the plate he comes to… chewing tobacco as to the ground h… staring at the pitcher with intrep… his confidence moved up and up on… Strike one on the outside corner o…
‘Tis no more a nocturnal emptiness… a sky without a mantle without a c… of noble heritage and noble banner… no castles, cathedrals, or stately… but a grand entrance to the spaces…