This canvas is daubed, in the blood of roses, and golden rays of moon. Waves of azure...
Poets are like matadors in a world Of dull, yet brutal, bulls. Their refined skills Can serve...
You speak with flourishen, She is always left questioning. You act as though the world cannot...
I am a Risk Taker If I succeed I will intentionally put additional obstacles...
Blazing scenes of plays in Time and out of season: Silver streams run wild; Spectacles...
Between glowing dew of dawn, and blood red sunset, poetry blossoms.
These colours and textures of paint that sing; These half-remembered dreams; this flowing light...
There was this dark old abandoned house with crumbled blinds in the windows The only one that passed...
Eagerness readily overtakes me prior to succumbing to nightly slumber.
Tis boot a blink when...
The earth rotates and Gravity grounds, I believe both although I cannot truly feel…
My heart beats...
A Rising tide lifts elbows
we stand because they crawled
My voice...
A poet doesn’t write to give letters and words a home He captures emotions and feelings And...
You would not care, to see me naked these days, surely as indeed, I do thee .. And although...
Patriotic flames burning with red, white, and blue Flames of America that burn with freedom...
Patriotism is a pie that bakes in the heart of America An American pie filled with life, liberty,...
Flames of justice burn the brightest A flame that cannot be extinguished A candle of justice...
