New York City Ghosts
In a city with millions, there are so many stories to tell. The spirits on the streets of New York
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
In a city with millions, there are so many stories to tell. The spirits on the streets of New York
Read moreWe both felt what we felt and that’s just that But grace comes more naturally after the fact After when
Read moreDream’s disdain of harsh realities… My dreams do accost my reason with furious denial, holding firm their eloquent attesting to
Read moreheart betrayed by the American dream … What’s all this noise that i hear Stupidity keeps on trumping in my
Read moreHow have I survived myself, in younger years my temperament so explosive, and then children tamed me, I, seeking the
Read moreTending the Garden Friendship is a flower that blossoms and grows It radiates from within with a beauty that
Read moreReaffirmation I’ve been questioning my faith a lot lately. And to go back and read Job, and how God let satan
Read moreEvery day, I rise to a blank and vacant space, one I am to fill, with eloquence and grace, use
Read moreLilies drink from chalice white, raindrop nectar, a crystal dew delight, and leaves so vibrant green in yearning reach, while
Read moreMy brother Craig passed away on August 7th, 2017 It is difficult to write about my brother Craig – because
Read moreSongs invite you to the cabaret, I say life is a never ending carnival. We strive to catch that golden
Read moreCaptive by my worried thoughts, my world is colored by doubt, and tethered I remain until I find the freedom
Read moreTis the hour whenst the light doth separate from the fabric of awakening Giving way honorably to the forthcoming darkness
Read moreEyes the depth of caverns, peer into the void of unknown space, to embrace the revelations, and silently acquire the
Read moreNever will I question myself when the soul pleas domain, steps beyond my understanding, yet I know the truth remains,
Read moreTis what I want, the flow of life in plain sight, no haze of delusion shall diminish my sight, and
Read moreThe Rose Unfolds its Truth The rose unfolds its truth one petal at a time, Beginning with a tightly closed
Read moreBy stream and brook I wander the wild flower beds, green carpet dotted whites and blues and reds, and shadows
Read moreEmbodied… The mind strives and the pen guides, as words in a vast universe find place, between self-loathing and ego’s
Read moreWithin or without, the echoes remain in perpetuity, of the same rhyme as time dictates, the same hand in purpose,
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