I got the idea to write this after viewing the film, "A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood."
Thievery His eyes are windows to the soul Hell’s fire through a blackened ho… His hardened life knows no tranqui… To find his prey he drifts into th…
The womb, the exiting, The breathing, the sounding, The bewilderment, the fear, The pain, the curiosity, The adjustment, the anxiety,
Out in the deep where seafarers da… Entombed in blankets of ghostly st… Out in the deep where goblins danc… And headless horsemen mount their… Where the Godless howl through th…
Big mountains, tempest fury, big mouth, power empowering, pounding flesh, uprooting trees, black sun rising, dusty rain, flocks of geese out of cadence,
Like a man with legs shall stand, Structures unaffected by the wind Shall remain upright. As pure rivers flow Down from the summit
I pray that when gossip pursues me with its deadly venom, I can escape from its bite. It is a disease that attacks mankind and then later becomes a plague. Those who can ward it off a...
The woman sat in her rocking chair with a look of indifference on her face. No longer was life and death a fascination for her, for she had lived and died with a keen memory of it for ...
Words come as easy as the rain, Landing on gold and silver tongues… Finding fissures in the anxious sk… Traveling along the corridors of t… Speaking in the language of the sp…
That blast from that big gigantic… Those words that drive the birds d… Flipping the universe on its petri… Those words that fly out of her he… That bark that sends the wild bull…
Cello tears flowing through the mo… bend around the corners and angel’… Sepulcheral melodies fall upon the… through dark corridors into hollow… and fill them up with reminescence…
Journeymen up high in the ranking, high up in the sacred skies, well schooled and able bodied, living in a busy atmosphere, in the hub of the air
Playground of the devil, submissive waters from the docile… emptied of all emotion and energy, weakened by the calming skies, children of the Neptunian Commone…
I see you dancing in the river beds, winding around the rocks, carrying all that you amassed on your journey down the mountain. While I stand among the tides I can feel you wrapping yo...
Friend & foe up so high, in a home of grace and cruelty, ochre sun of beauty and warmth, angel with horns and fiery halos, daughter of Satan and soul of God…
Talking Bodies Truth be known as passions rise As nature clenches its mighty fist… Like magnets pulling from the nort… Bringing southern ways to its door…