Poems

Mother-Nature, the best mother and father.

Now play me
now play me
now play me
play me now, play me now
play me now, play...

Do you know
This feeling
Elevator
Going up
Im only going to the third
...

VISITOR
Body is a guest house.
Every dawn a new arrival
A joy, a depression, malice...

Poetry should be
pure and clear like the ringing
of fine, bronzen bells
in ancient,...

Poets distracted,
by distorted alphabets,
of the wilderness .

Too much verbiage!
Cut things down to the essence,
And evoke meaning.

causing percussive rumpus
to vibrate like jelly

Me experienced quite disruptive sleep...

VISITOR
The body is just a guest house,
Every dawn a new arrival,
Another joy, a...

If I could have this
time again ..
I swear I would make
all the same
...

The Holy Grail was carried into the room
By a mysterious lady in white, who
Was surrounded,...

We are moving along in our prescribed ways;
Merely counting the cost of these broken dreams.
...

One day you'll look with eyes that truly see,
The beauty of the world, that surrounds you.
...

VERSES AND WINES
Confined within vague desires
of a grieving moonlight,
your rhythms...

Let your conscience be your guide, I'll get hooked on phonics, cooked on chronic, for that is no lie, I'll...

WE MUST WORK OUT OUR SALVATION WITH TREMBLING AND FEAR,
BECAUSE THE COMING OF JESUS IS VERY NEAR....

John Brown died in 2019, it's sad and it's true.
If he hadn't died, today he would've turned 52....