Poems

TREASURE HUNT
Another million smiles
Never ever broken
On my frowned green face,...

WARMING THE SOUL
Walking along the desert Path,
the loneliness of the flaming sunlight...

feel obliged to write,
about the passing of,
an elder lady..
She passed by many...

FROM ST. PAUL TO PETER AND THOSE WHO'VE BEEN SELECTED,
TO PREACH JESUS CHRIST AND HIM RESURRECTED....

MY SOUL CRIES IN SILENCE...
FOR THE BLACK ON BLACK VIOLENCE...

FOR THE SLAVE CATCHERS WHO...

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.
...