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
I pray that when gossip pursues me with its deadly venom, I can escape from its bite. It is a disease that attacks mankind and then later becomes a plague. Those who can ward it off a...
The Final Stanza My heart and soul laid out for the… Each word is a wind blown pollen It searched for me through sharp t… It landed in my empty dreams of yo…
Cry Pride gloating, sorrow talking, eu… Sentimental truths pouring out of… Hidden places that hide under call… Speaking to us like the wild rain…
A tail named Fido wagging its dog… happy in the sun and happy in the… dances to the polka, round and rou… to a dizzy round about on the grou… The sound of a dog banging against…
As my sub-conscious took over and my spirit sped toward the land of dreams, my new world spoke to me in a clear and convincing voice, “Trust me, my friend. When you awaken I will help y...
In our silent knowledge lie the blueprints of invention, created by God to stimulate us to see beyond familiar concepts. The creative mind is like a pioneer of faith with the ability...
Rhythmic waves dashing crashing, expanded ripples racing from the c… Poseidon blowing out his despotic… mountains of waters in their unres… lines of ivory steel in unison,
Toward the Light Mother Nature and I together She is soft and light as a feather I am clumsy and afraid of the dark If I fall I’ll be missing my mark
Eden, Church, Temple, Mosque, altars with different names, one God, one spirit hovering over, one universal chain to tie them al… one truth to spread into their hea…
Ice Covered Crystals We sit in the clouds on cue For meadows to shed their emerald… Choking on the night air that Comes to be when life is old and t…
Residue of the oceans is sitting i… Stagnation is in the air to what i… Neptunian creatures crawl into the… and shed their tears up to a withs… The air became saturated as the oc…
For wanderers near and far away, home still lives in his spirit tod… As the holidays begin to grow so n… being home is in his heart so very… Wanderers will always have a home,
Those roving invisible monsters up… Hiding in the Arctic and everywhe… Those deceiving eyes and laughing… With lungs full of air in the wron… That blow southward with all their…
Catastrophic glamour before the eyes; the fire, warfare, tragedy, death, calling for the rivers to rise, the boiling of the blood,
Punching Bags Passive faces swaying in the wind With leather skin and open hearts No minds, no arms, no legs, no fee… Built to take just so many punches