What She Was So Glorious
She lingered on the lips of men, salacious thoughts for a Goddess, yet beneath a frightened little girl, unseen, the
Read moreShe lingered on the lips of men, salacious thoughts for a Goddess, yet beneath a frightened little girl, unseen, the
Read moreUpon her breath, aphonic words she dare no utter, as darkness did betray the light, and seep ignominiously into thoughts,
Read moreSo wound in layered weave, thoughts that strangle, deeds that bleed, and no matter my resolve, the depth of wrapping
Read morePermanently decorative… Experiencing a new, dimension of ascension Working in perfections with amazing attention Coaxing the skin to enter
Read moreThe flow of life is relentless, struggling to survive, to replicate, and death like birth, is intrinsic, the cycles so
Read moreOld Haunted House … The old haunted house sat far out in back of the property of Monroe Cleeves farm,
Read moreAll it seems, displaced by dreams, is likely untrue, delivered askew to truth’s elusive ride, its layered ruse, too deep
Read moreTwo children in a sandpit…War Who starts wars, it is certainly not you or I, just one or two individuals
Read moreDifferent Kind of Reality … In this crazy world, insanity reigns, but those who look upon, the world with sanity
Read moreColorful nightObservations of effortless change. Evening languishes with the sun’s last rays Hanging effortlessly on the edge of the sky
Read moreDust gathers in the shadow of my page, where words ignored and fears allayed uphold the pillars of thought, transfer
Read moreColored dreams, like mist collides with sweet mornings rhymes, intent on infusing with engaging hues, my muse of infinite shine,
Read moreAnd so the boom lowers and light fades, desperation in cascades falls like the lies that dripped from lips cursed
Read moreYou have my attention…. The citrus bite of mandarin, orange green spotted pleasure, adorns the season of fading grey, as
Read moreTortured by reality’s lies, I cannot but suffer the resistance of physical life, to get to the heart of my
Read moreWhat we see is so filtered, our so called reality becomes just an echo of a dream we propagate as
Read more1. Around where the pines reach up to mountain a couple children gather brown cattails, to gather them and string
Read moreWindow – As I wander through the Rocky Mountains and the forgotten ghost towns and cemeteries of yesteryear, I have
Read moreWe need to change… This simple poem I wrote over thirty years ago and still, it represents my mission as
Read moreNot Islands but Connection… Be as it may the ragged paths of wanton souls, bereft of direction, immersed in their
Read moreIn a corner of Brooklyn, by the bay and the pier, born and raised in Bay Ridge. Manhattan skyscrapers as
Read moreFREE ME! free me from these chains on my hands and in my mind Release me from this bondage, this
Read moreHeroes lay at rest, for they have done their part, fought for their beliefs and in sacrifice been martyred, and
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