I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
Lady proper and lady wild, at peace but not at peace, at home with wayward thoughts, inhibitions sunken in but seeping out into the dark night,
The Waking Hours Sleep, our climb into the upward a… Inside silky wings that take us th… That wrap around our earthly torso… With eyes that reach into our mind…
Yesterday I found a brand new thesaurus in the trash can. Holy excrement! I indubitably inherited a great deal of fortunat… while I was perambulating
Sound the bugle for Master Sun. Arise ye grasses 'til day is done. Sleep is over. ’Tis time to toil. Spread thy wings 'til the twilight… Fly across the sky with eyes affix…
Saints and mothers together from t… our refuge for us to go and get ou… and when the walls of our world st… they hold them up before they brea… Mothers of our own and saints of h…
Hands on air below and hands on hi… seen by seers but not the eye, relevant to the air but not the fe… touching but not touching, lost between magnetic poles,
Lightning bolts rising, clapping thunder from the ground, from infernal gardens of black and… shaking the tundra and the banana… slicing through the earth with sab…
We, victims of mainstream’s influe… Numbed by its voices pounding in o… As they try to mold us To become one of them, Must break away from their grasp.
The Empty Sage So much to be gathered, then throw… Stuffing data into tight places No room to breathe, no room to wan… Pure thoughts looking for sacred s…
Euphonic winds carrying sweet soun… from ambrosial gardens and a sunri… hymns of the heavens come down to… on velvety shoots and diamond’s wo… blowing in my ear as the summer wi…
The mystery of the deep down insid… Where probing is a futile venture, A search curtailed by fear above a… A witch’s asylum inside the comple… The darkness ne’er to see the ligh…
Back in the year 2022, when the teenage gangs were terrorizing the neighborhoods, the situation grew out of control. The kids were buying guns on the black market and killing everyone w...
Winner vs. Winner The finest vs. the finest The best vs. the best Number one vs. number one Perfection vs. perfection
Rivers need the rain to start the… and lovers need other lovers to gr… Words are like lovers that long fo… on a search for their hidden selve… to become intimate and melt into t…
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...