Deep down inside where Space is connected to space Where oceans sing of empty limits And time is a roving vagabond Lies a receptacle with no name
No cave man can do without these: 1– a strong piece of wood for a ha… 2– a big rock to tie to it for the… 3– an AK 47 assault rifle in case… 4– an open area to send smoke sign…
Silent Hearts To know without knowing To discern without discerning To taste without tasting To dance without dancing
My soul’s in a vacuum in a quiet p… In a garden unknown in a state of… At the bottom of a hill too steep… In search of a sonnet not written… The skies are filled with vibratin…
Dear Almighty One. You, the author of the Qur’an and the Bible, and many other great books, help us live up to your expectations; that we may strive to become more like you each and ev...
High above and below mid sky in the lower heavens from up high where witches gather and conspire, congregations of satanic disciples… the clashing of the hot and cold,
As the last breath looms ahead awa… Life and the living in the now aba… They find refuge from the forebodi… Away from the cold as the north wi… Creatures fight off the pangs of w…
This year not like last year, We come together for a holiday che… Traveling by car or by plane, Our worries no more we overcame. After vaccinations we’re good to g…
The she of no name but heated ocea… a den of desire and electric potio… a heated pit of love and love’s ca… ambrosial gardens and skies of fal… a passion drawn by magnets and spi…
Verbal Reprisals Volcanoes, weaponry stilled by the… Sound asleep in the bowels of the… Isolated from the turmoil of civil… Smiling with the silence of the se…
If humour shouldn’t be offensive to anyone, what is left to laugh about? “Laughter is the best medicine,” so they say. I am a musician, and I used to laugh when I saw a joke or cartoo...
The Rose A rose in all its splendor ‘Tis a sight I shall remember An ode to all God’s handiwork Rising clear above the murk
Poor ole’ Fuddy-duddie Biddie Bl… It’s too hot, too cold, too dry fo… Too wonderful, spectacular, too gr… Too blue, too green, too red, too… Perfection is the worst of the wor…
Big man up in the little sky at the concordant podium, waking up from his deep sleep, hears the cries of the parched ear… sensing the anxiety of the farmers…
Sun slaves of lengthy stature, rising higher than a peacock, a knoll, a Cyprus, a mountain, up through the clouds, beyond the borders of sight,