Poems

Blood- red and snow-white:
Rothko's abstract paintings are
stark, but beautiful.

Gold and brown leaves mark
this season of remembrance.
I sense solemn hymns.

Each drop
One step closer
To forgetting
Each drop a memory lost to the sea of time...

Softly glows the light,
of September's mellow sun,
across these woodlands.

This luxury I have to mourn you.
When chaos plegs the th.....
An instance of regret
...

Off with the head!

Sparrowsong?

Yes...

What did you say?

Blah, blah, blah...

in amongst There is no comfort the whole thing is two complicated.

There is no shit, the whole...

Martha's vineyard never denied being a Sanctuary area...

The sight of 50 migrants the Island went...

Forms.
Infinite
ideas.
From
nothing
comes
everything....

she sits in black silk
to a flower cotton rose
as her lips in silk
as soft on her...

the eye of the tiger is,
the eye of a vengeance
the eye of the tiger is,
the eye of a...

Always got your handout
Here is your ticket
Fear these eyes
Here Im good
Now...

Now I have purpose, rule number 1 never give be a fighter
never take no for an answer prove yourself...

Who watered the plants in heaven, St. Peter
kept them lush with perennials arranged in madrigals,...

How sweet is the sound, yes God's amazing grace, that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost so true...

Sometimes, we poets feel the weight
Of centuries upon our shoulders.
Sometimes, we feel...

Strange notions in Time,
yet so out of season, stir
my soul in the night.
They are...