Angels and devils living together in one house, in one mind, a marriage that isn’t a marriage, but two deities coming in out of the cold,
My apologies run through the veins of sincerity, those once empty portals that you filled with pure love, and I polluted them with indifference. I was preoccupied with women that I cou...
As a straight line appeared before… it just laid still and rested on t… waiting for him to plunge into the… and see it as he wanted it to be. It started to breathe and bend and…
The third day rising from the tomb… The ascension from an empty room, A life anew from a life expired, Rising in the sky, a sky bound fli… An image on a sunlit Easter morni…
Imprints in the Soul Sorrow marches in with heavy feet Trampling over gentle valleys Snorting fire from evil places In step with the wailing winds
This is wrong. That is wrong. Everything is wrong. Complainers have their own language and loud voices. They wait for me to rise in the morning, follow me around every day, eating m...
Last Sunday in Central Park was the worship service of all worship services, the jam of all jams, and the intimacy of all intimacies with the brotherhood of man and ultimately God. My h...
As death settles in under the frozen dermal covers deep down beneath the layers and layers of the energetic soil with its hindmost armies
Above the Pain Mount Calvary, that hill so far a… Our martyr hung for the wind to sw… Above the pain, that earthly feeli… Suspended between ground and ceili…
The inside voice in an outside man Of stammering speech as life began… A child of the times but a father… A rapid advancement as the years s… Calling heaven’s language from dee…
Appendages of steel and velvet and… Of beauty, tenacity, charm, sweetn… Poetic, tuneful, melodic, fiery, s… Reach out into the depths of the i… They summon the subconscious to su…
For the lovelorn and the lonely, Equipped with the capacity of love… Filled with goodness and charity, Following the course of love Leading up to its consummation,
The poem that you sent us was absolutely wonderful. When everyone at the office read it, they said it was the most amazing poem they had ever read. When I get home, I can’t wait to show...
The old man and his bottle of wine… His landing on the bottom to come… His weathered face telling sad, sa… His only pleasure is his drunken f… The will of God is all about the…
Music with arms that never let go, a mixture of power and tears, of passion and the running of pass… the flowing of the river of the sp… winding around the chordal banks