Written on the Face As moods shift like the sand So the eyes become their shadows In their shifting manner When worry agitates the quiet soul

The snows of winter have come and… Enough is enough of that tired old… That whistling through the empty b… As if dreams stood still in their… Summer is that freshening of the s…

The poor man with no religion, with nobody to tell him who his en… or what label to be classified und… or what despotic leader there is t… for disobeying his man-made mandat…

Shades of green and moods obscure, The greenest is in the shaky futur… She jumps from one bed to another To find the right shade from each… The grass is greener on the other…

When complacency has settled in and taken root in the soul, sending the impassioned to their t… that illspirited spirit that mixed the darkness

Hail to the triumphant weed, a humanoid brain inside a botanica… a prisoner inside a cell made of f… with a plan to escape through the… pass the guards and out into the o…

White down under the cliffs of gra… Where yellow fields of daffodils o… I sit atop my skyline perch and po… How far is earth from heaven up yo… Or is heaven in the beauty of the…

Fires of the dawn and scarlet embe… dancing on the clouds as morning s… effervescent skyscapes for poetic… black and scarlet in the higher sk… from fires rising from the earthen…

Other’s Gold There it lies on the shelf all alo… With halos above and the earth bel… Heaven is a place to call my own As what I am a righteous fellow

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,