Beyond The Passion Where Loving Lives (There)
Beyond the Passion Where Loving Lives As arms befriend some empty air there arrives a portion somewhat there, in exercise
Read moreSee Rhyme.
Beyond the Passion Where Loving Lives As arms befriend some empty air there arrives a portion somewhat there, in exercise
Read moreThe clouds amass, in ever burgeoning plumes, skating silently through the blue infinity, shadows cast and linings glisten in heaven’s
Read moreTo imbibe the passion of day’s grace, its sensory yielding the face of each unique moment, woven into time’s finest
Read moreWhen does the hammer come down, when trepidation s fulfilled find us wanting, and then clouds like dark iron plumes,
Read moreI watch the sea roll in, like white crested swans riding the aqua blue, exploding in flight at the shore,
Read moreMidway between fury’s breach and the harsh ramifications of outcome, there is a silent slow-motion speech we mouth to ourselves,
Read moreTangerine the color of my sunset play, as curtains drawn become the night and say in sweet release, farewell to
Read moreIn a back street in Chicago, In a black community There sits a little Christmas shop. Lights flicker on the
Read moreLove paints the gloaming sky with such untiring beauty, eloquent the silent words, attesting hearts in transition, suppositions of endless
Read moreCan it be that what I see is blind to truth, my perception found wanting, my insanity absconding with what
Read morePale green tendrils like slender curling fingers, hold with stoic strength the burgeoning vines, trailing bows and fence like arms
Read morePrisoners of War II. P.O.W. When mortars discharged, I could see all the morsels, The tendrils that swiftly divided
Read moreEmotions are like the weather, often unpredictable, in extremes and often triggered by low pressure systems, when rain we might,
Read moreThe flurry of incoming thoughts, swept away his complacency, perhaps his confidence was not all he thought it was; and
Read moreIn repose I watch the candle flicker, the time slowly fritter away, as if in a malaise of fallen dreams,
Read moreThe flow so endlessly uncertain, the undulations so extreme, perspective in radical rhyme-less change, distorting all and dreams, and life
Read more1. In Autumn walked my Labrador on shore of Washoe Lake where Manzanita blooms reactivate the smell of former rooms
Read moreI have no voice for song My words headstrong With a powerful message But they just come out wrong
Read moreEver true, the heart of a selfless man, a man in the labor of his soul, to glean what the
Read moreThe winds only touch the still, those running feel not its afferent trace, and those against the blow just hasten
Read moreThrice the echo resounded clean, as if to insist on meaning, and the words imbued the body complete, I, saturated
Read moreBy continuing to use the site, you agree to the use of cookies. more information
Our cookie settings are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. By continuing to browse this website you are accepting our cookie policy.