Featured in "The Sheltered Poet"
If the birds are bound by music, why can’t I be? I can do away with rhetoric and pride. I can live among the forest and plains. I can commune with the sounds of nature by listening i...
White puffy clouds basking in the… sleeping in their cozy nooks, floating in the azure skies, basking in the rays of the sun, meditating on pure thoughts
On top where genius lives, Where wisdom settles in, Locked up in heavy iron vaults, With padlocked and aspired secrets… From arduous climbers,
We come to begin again our youth, To savor love’s sweet nectar’s jui… From Cupid’s arrow lodged inside, To home to love and lust bestride. My sweet love, my cherished Linda…
Sympathy Pain is a story of Its own private hell The Devil’s own drama Has too much to tell
Falling down to unknown depths from high homes and pure thoughts and each day a further falling with the dark side of man in contr… pushing him down the stairs
That Day of Glory That big blazing fastball came on… As big as a watermelon for what I… On that glory day I was the king… A wise man too wise to be so foole…
Lol she has arrived in all her finery and jewels, dressed in her black and gray cape… her tiara adorned in black gold wi… serpents atop, slithering, writhin…
Yesterday’s world of sunlit hills disappeared behind the rolling fog that crept across the land, laying a heavy blanket o’er the face of the shimmering earth.
Swiftly how love runs among many c… Like a ride upon the backs of wild… Affinity’s protocol handed down to… Each moment in line for all the ot… A sighting, a rush, a bewilderment…
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
Out of the reach of fear and despair, beyond the feel of the pain, the grasping of its evil arms around our well-being,
All alone in my private ecstasy, my island in the mist of all other… where euphoria is a silent horn, a vacuum in a space within a space nothing in the ears of the masses,
Go Go Fetus in the womb, Cramped up inside a narrow room. Go Go infant inside the crib With nervous arms and itchy feet. Go Go Baby with a roving brain
Flat top haircuts, Afros, shaved heads, Long Hair, greasy hair, goatees, Moustaches, long sideburns, Jewelry for the tongue and nose,