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
Happiness is the one true thing I found in my heart that freedom led me to. It is that one cherished moment when I realized that material possessions aren’t as important as finding how...
Ice clouds shed upon the barren gr… and everything turns white from al… Forests dress up in their winter g… covered in the snows from the icy… The forests sleep for a long winte…
Along the way before Martin’s Win… a road not taken and by-passed thr… is still a mystery to me that make… When I see it again shall I begin… My beaten path has my tracks still…
Frozen Eyes Twenty second century passion Love, hate, joy and sorrow All the same, staring out into spa… Faded away with the dews of heaven
Jordan’s Hymn Heaven’s voice trolling through th… On a secret mission to search out… Who shall be him of worthy and sou… A man by the name of Jordan so tr…
Rivers of black and red and white, decisive motion straight ahead, tributaries with iron banks, with sentries posted at the outer… passion flowing with a mind of sto…
The stain of data and logic eating its way down to the core, laying in the soul, taking up residence in the muddled… the renaissance of the new poetry,
Where have you been and where are you going? Are you wandering off to uncharted exotic lands? Will you weave yourself around other melodies and create savory harmonies for music’s sac...
Sky and waters, angels and beasts, sky thickened, tempest anxious, glassy seas beneath the siting, black angels pacing, swooping down… fingers flailing, searching, cravi…
Grudgeman plodding up the hill under the weight of a lifelong grudge with a shooting pain in his aching back,
My soul bid me to look past man’s devaluation of his own self and find the dignity in him that he had lost sight of. I’m to be a prospector looking for gold. The gold in him is that fo...
Some mothers try to break loose but can’t, even if they rebel against the laws of intuition that are branded into their being. The bonding with the sinewy fibers of supreme thought tie ...
Blessed air from ancient islands a… down from heaven with trumpets sou… music of the cherubims swirling th… as the voice of the angels speak f… speaking from pure thoughts with s…
A man crucified while forgiving hi… nailed to the cross with an assort… Jesus with pure thoughts and livin… is a man without riches nor lust n… waiting for the white wings of dea…