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
Mother Nature as if she Wasn’t prominent already: As if she was a beauty Nestled in a sea of beauty, A common lady with a common face,
Wild is the flower in meadows unsown, far beneath the Himalayan peaks wreathed by regal clouds, picturesque patches of green,
Running Free I dance among the stars And sing a song of freedom My unbound spirit Broken free from
Secrets in the deep-sea world unde… the wind-blown waves, many fathoms under the reach of th… further down under the tall, waterlogged swaying ocea…
Wholeness Affliction to the body As well as to the soul Intensifies when unheeded When it is thought as being
Her nerves are like a powder keg about to explode. Even though that horrible incident occurred years ago, she is still trying to run away from it, but she can’t. It haunts her day and...
The science professor was a bright young single woman who had received her PHD when she was in her twenties. Her heart was pure and her mind was sagacious; all the qualities to make so...
Big mountains, tempest fury, big mouth, power empowering, pounding flesh, uprooting trees, black sun rising, dusty rain, flocks of geese out of cadence,
“Behold all ye peoples of the eart… I have secrets to tell about my bi… My traveling through the boreal sk… Of variable shapes from upward hig… From warm to cold from rain to sno…
New Years Eve is our evaluation t… to see where we are on our upward… to see how much we have done last… and what we have to do in future’s… For every step needs to be weighed…
That Sound You with your silky hands Your hallowed golden strands Surround me with thy rousing voice… Your sober laments and your rejoic…
The magic of the night before the morning fog rolled in, sorcerers at work with their hands in the supernatural, the conversion of the trees
Runaway Sam with a runaway plan, A gift for the ladies with a weddi… A hawker and a talker and a smooth… Never worked a day, a greater labo… Into bank accounts of the ladies s…
The painting on the wall parallel to my eyes is a place where I visit everyday. The longer I look at it, the closer I am to being there.
Nature’s Repose On the busy canvas I left my sweat and tears The tumultuous ways of nature And the angelic smiles of bliss