Poems

IN THESE LAST DAYS THAT ARE NOW UPON US,
WE ARE SEEING PROPHECY FULFILLED JUST AS GOD PROMISED....

When we juicing
Baby
The moons
Are your chandeliers
When we juice
Baby...

and ethereal disembodied spirits seen
from the other side of the woods
said phantasmagorical...

Parallel lines
will never intersect..

Dutifully they maintain their distance..

...

The Cross shall sustain
its burden. It will not splinter
and it will not crack
On...

O life's dream-like procession moves on like
Bright, flashing moments that cannot be caught!
...

At the old Headland,
the wind's discordant music;
the cries of seagulls.

You lied on me
You said
I would be there
Watching all the sports
Every season...

O the painter feels
the old ache in his hands
and reconsiders
the sketches on his...

Autumn winds are strong
across the old Headland's sands.
No vibrant leaves are
...

This chameleon,
purveyor of many styles,
trailblazed through decades.

Although the neophytes would like to deny
It, the present and the future should not be
...

Magical moments
of celluloid artefacts
blending nostalgia
with bizarre electronics;...

Guitars are brimming
with soft, yet explosive, pinks;
drum machines programmed
to...

Diamond
Im a show
Its blood
If you don’t quit
Solid an sweet
Dont take...

Diamond
Im a show
Its blood
If you don’t quit

The weight of a man’s soul
is never
determined by birth, nor by
grace, or by
...