Flying words from Thesaurus bomba… With purple wings and yellow eyes, Riding upon haughty steeds Through the redden clouds, With scepters pointed onward,
Tempest Rising Blue skies and gentle breezes up a… Mother Nature’s a kind lady, nobl… She smiles as we push off at the e… Darkened skies and phantom seas be…
The Power The power of Love Lifted me up to Infinite spaces to the Realm of the Gods
Paradise of Thought Revelations, the culmination of dr… The unfamiliar to the familiar one The familiar to the conceptual one The launching pad for the abstract…
One tier alone in the night, an empty heart and empty cry, A soloed walk in the romantic air, a music without the sweetness, without tiers piling up in layers,
Exaggerations Media with your wild stories Your defamations, your cruel minds Your greedy hands, your heavy feet Trampling over good intentions
Words dipped in the waters of poet… flowing in rapture as in a lover’s… through velvet pipes down Melodic… swirling toward heaven for a spati… words chosen from deep within the…
Outside Poemland where the air is cold, the trees are trees and the words are words. Inside Poemland
My Beautiful Gold I love to feel my gold To sift it through my fingers To see it sparkle I behold A night of sin and singers
From the inversion of summer and w… from icy hideaways of cryptic spoi… the new ground is now a convalesce… a fallow that becomes a fertile lo… a fertile loam that promotes the s…
As I think of you on this Valenti… I see you and the other angels at… I see me in your sights through st… the me in need of you to answer al… Why do I need love when I have al…
Heroines who live amongst the land… With such sweet-smelling calloused… A day is set to honor your courage… A plaque is placed upon thy stage, “In reverence to all you saintly m…
Big hands grabbing, pushing, and p… Or hands of perfume and slender bo… Paralyzing hands of intoxicating s… Of she wolves and heretical giants Who hide in the darkest caves in t…
Words dressed in red satin with pe… flowing out of volcanos from the f… dipped in honey and alluring spice… head right and travel onto Lyrical… With their skirts up high and voic…
My chrometophobia, my fear of money haunts me, those paper witches of Hades with numbers painted on their backs;