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
Giants of frigid winter’s night, From ancient homes of sightless si… Not to be seen or subsequently hea… But in place for the solstice to o… They tilt the earth away from the…
Revisions Your silent language hailed me fro… Our expressions are the windows to…
Precision Devotees A marriage of music and love Where notes are consummation beds Tender caresses and tears together A maestro as a musical deity
In the Dark The Specter of Death Awaits my final breath Wings with wicked pinions Like serpents shooting venoms
........and the angels foresaw a continuous hunger throughout, a cessation in the human chain, a flaw in the propagation of the species,
Squeaky Clean How can baseball and football clea… Notoriety has its own price to pay… Marriage between professional athl… The media has no right to meddle i…
Clouded roads and misty lights along a golden highway, casting shadows upon the light of… the veil that covers up the wisdom… the mind untouched by doubt,
Sympathy Pain is a story of Its own private hell The Devil’s own drama Has too much to tell
As winter’s snows have come and go… The stage is set for what lies bey… A gradual warming for the month of… Until the heat of summer comes to… But until then, cool nights are st…
The School of Love She lives in room 706. It used t… Her radiant skin still had a glow,… Her school was different in that h… She saw human nature in its most n…
As the course of love churns ahead and the feet feel the ground again and the weights and measures resur… as the new life comes back to the… reality wraps its arms
If we lived for A thousand years, Learning every day Something new, We would soon realize
Fiery red carpets in the dawn of d… Light as feathers and the rising a… Hang high up in the luxurious sky. Daughters of the sun clad in Yellow chiffons,
From the soft cushiony life of pleasant thoughts and dreams, of life laying out on a silver pla… of riches settling in the palate with it’s sweet breath
The Piano From far below flowery bushes and… Together with wood they became uni… “I am the voice of enchantment I am the weaver of dreams