Final breath but air of hallowed t… a life to a new life, an old body left behind but a supernal body traveling on a highw… to bliss garnished in star dust,
Stay by Me Since through the night we drew ou… Tell me love, are you a tired trav… The houses that you visited are on… Do you have any desire to stop and…
The Cruel Sea Your smiling face and wild turbule… Your rancid depths with your sweet… Like the swirling mind of a laughi… Your savory sweets are laced with…
Deep down inside is the voice of that internal coach called ambition that keeps yelling at me to surge ahead whether I want to or not. If I ignore him, he reaches inside my soul and pu...
This man who once had self-esteem and dignity was whimpering at her door step, and begging her to come back to him. The woman who he gave his heart to, had gone to another faraway place...
It was a sad day when William Blake shot himself in his library. When the police arrived at his home shortly after his wife called him, they found most of his books lying on the floor w...
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…
Up over the mountain was a glow more beautiful than the Aurora Borealis. The shapes and the colors resembled a sacred icon of some sort. The climb would seem to take someone through thi...
Hark, I hear a damsel inside my p… Must be of tiny proportions alone. She must have squeezed thru’ a lit… with a pound of grease upon her mi… saying I only have ten minutes rem…
Readers As flowers catch the falling rain Readers catch everything to gain For knowledge is the corner-stone… And wisdom pushes the waves ashore
Poor house utopia; a contentment arising from the house built in the soul that determines how many goods are still desired and what are enough. Satisfaction comes from the result of tha...
Millie the Maggot Oh how I love my maggot collectio… I sing lullabies to put them to sl… It’s fun to watch them slither aro… They look so sexy as they move
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
Cool and Refreshed Black clouds for scorched meadows… Beautiful as they swarm the skies… Their stored up moisture about to… A heroic poem versed for summer’s…
When joy is planned through an earthly conscious effort, the pleasure from it is limited to a cultivated response and not from a natural stimulus, such as feeling the grace of God withi...