Poetry

"...Near a murmuring stream and a cold trail..."

And in what land was hardship better than what now transpires...?

"...But then the day is upon us..."

"...I pray for your spirit to sing whenever gray clouds <br /> meet inevitable dark patterns below..."

"...until words flow past unspeakable pain onto open page..."

"...that rocks to the sweet rhythm of rolling thunder..."

...dying is the ideal way...

...From the openings Of my womb, I was contemplating...

Immortality...yes.

"...in a room without furniture, a face arises..."

"...we dance this awkward unnecessary dance..."

..."What has this world come to?"

"...every page Lives under cover Inside a wooden shelf..."

"...lost in the open space of possibilities..."

"...a simple understanding of herd psychology..."

"...a lion on vacation from Africa..."

"...The brightest spot I ever found, has mended the knitted shroud..."

"...she calmly calls out with a gentle whisper..."

"...I raise a dead star..."

A timely poem for a world in shock...

"Black laced sky..."

A timely vision of rights and responsibility...

"If peace were a bird, it would fly through heat or wind..."

A poet finds his own way of coping with heartbreak.

...Kickbacks come first, The people come last...

"...Daddy and Neighbor stood outside Daddy's car and discussed the world..."

At certain times, one gets really opinionated...

"... fallen fanged angels...kin to your own deep desire..."

"...are chains meant to be yanked?...

From the first time they saw each other, they knew their love was meant to be.