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
Upon catching a leprechaun, beware… His pot of gold could be hidden an… If he truthfully says it’s at the… maybe it is there or maybe around… Maybe he wants to send you on a wi…
Hands so soft and woven into silk with sweet succulence and mother’s… and quiet rivulets in the still of… as the zephyrs roam and the breeze… and hands as powerful as the rolli…
The musician sat in his dressing room, crying like a baby. His emotions were spent as they had run through his body with no mercy at all. They had devoured him like the God’s of music...
Snow covered north side of Myers… but south side green grass in summ… as we drive on through the country… and the transition of the season u… A warming of the side that faces t…
Lofted wars of the restless skies, upward hell risen from pacific gro… infernal fires from the demonic ca… or spectral fires from the ghosts… or blitzes born from the spasmodic…
Heaven embodied and heaven distort… evil schemed and evil transported a Goddess formed and a Goddess em… a sacrilege performed and a devoti… Her of angelic speech and magnetic…
Fragments of lower heaven flying i… from the attic of the upward skies… ivory chunks of feathery velvet da… with the December winds in rhythm with the overbearing bre…
The passing through life and the d… into majestic rooms from when his… ushered him through from the grace… he floated and looked around the r… He left behind his body, but his s…
Magicians at the outer edges, of soothing lines of liquid gold, enchanted forests of mystic dreams, of beauty in the glassy lakes,
Warriors of the lower empyrean In heated battles of the unseen Where the winds swirl round and ar… Up and over and homeward bound Where the breath of the mighty aer…
A Dog A dog is a dog Is a dog is a dog It barks, it runs, It protects, it bites
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
A fun filled day at the carnival s… until her little girl spotted the… With her hair so shiny and neatly… clean hands and hair tightly truss… she darted over to where the candy…
‘Neath the blue firmament that touches the outskirts of heav… where the brittle white canopy that covers up the unstable clouds… breaks up and drifts apart
Tapping of the drums From the clouds on high, The troubadours of the ruffled air… Euphonic cantata of the ruffling, Rhythmic lore of the highlands,