Poems

to rich gold is to taste gold
to rich gold is to rich the black market
gold is a taste of...

We came to fight injustice...

Armed only with righteous indignation
and our morally pure...

IF BELIEVERS MADE PRAYER THEIR FIRST PRIORITY,
THEN JUST MAYBE THE CHURCH WOULD NOT BE THE MINORITY...

Sometimes
He stands before me, in
Not image or ghost
Nor still life or memory
...

No human voices or songs from a bird
For him nothing could be heard
No skies of blue or...

He dances ever so lightly, tip toeing
upon those shadows of your soul

Just beyond that...

to anonymous readers March 6th, 2021
(blustery and chilly Saturday)
reminiscing about mien...

He sits in silence,
And plucks the strings,
Waits patiently for it to begin,
He gets...

Wanting to be someone somewhere,
I immediately headed there,
To find the illusive romantic...

I have counted all the seconds
Since...
It makes three months

I have counted all the...

The Illuminated Nothings

Remain Illuminated

Vibrating With Echos

Of The...

Sew Sew Sew, he said
You must stitch it up and grow
He said, though
I told him that...

Yellow Daffodillies busterly blowing amidst a springtime breeze

Such a picture of perfection one...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love you for all you do
You brighten my day
...

No, you don't, the recesses of the mind are deep,
it depends which thoughts you finally decide to...

Does the ghost of a day
Understand its failure
That it is wasted in
Its rise and shine...

I stop by for a chat
Find only old bones
See you have vacated
Are no longer home...