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
A dollar out in the wilds of many rivers emptying into cryptic waters with shifting manifests, ports unknown, away from stone houses,
In the Beginning God placed two lovers at arm’s len… With heated blood and a mustered s… In the gleaming of my father’s eye The angels strummed a lover’s lull…
Out of the reach of fear and despair, beyond the feel of the pain, the grasping of its evil arms around our well-being,
Lo behold a fire ball falling in t… From a hard day’s journey for a ni… Will it hit the earth with a resou… Will it shake up the sky and heave… Will it miss the ground and land i…
Shades of green run along the verd… touching the sky from an earthly s… Fields of corn and fields of barle… wake up and sing with morning’s re… They flaunt their vibrant green at…
After the heavy sun splashed into the sea with all its might on its journey into the night, and Mother Nature put all her weary loyal subjects to rest, I knelt down beside my bed prayin...
Of your place above we stand in aw… of the secrets stored within you. Our faces feel the wind and our mi… thirst to see it and find the caus… Thy coffer overflows in us as we
Above the Pain Mount Calvary, that hill so far a… Our martyr hung for the wind to sw… Above the pain, that earthly feeli… Suspended between ground and ceili…
The Recognition Change, that sometimes unwanted sh… When comfort is in the way it make… When comfort is a permanent state When our minds are accustomed to i…
Computerless and televisionless, days and years gone by amiss, presidents and popes gone by unhea… never a sighting or a word, wars and styles forever in the new…
I don’t know what everybody around me is complaining about. I took my Christmas bath last December, and I’ll take my next one next Christmas, whether I need it or not. I love to smell...
Dancing with dancers in a silent s… Speaking not but swinging in const… Like the ocean talks and the tides… And the waves dash and the foam ri… The unification of Neptunian rite…
The Disillusioned Deep down where the sun shines in Through sacred halls and glossy wa… To a flattened bottom mirrored upw… The good that comes in goes back o…
Celestial Man Of the flesh, but heavenly conceiv… A celestial man on a dangerous mis… Man of steel and man of tenderness Man of unconditional and unbiased…
Mother Nature, the supreme artist that she is, painted the mountain tops with a glistening white powder. From afar it was a masterpiece that made the blood run with pleasure. It was a...