Have you ever met the manBorn with a universe deep within.A home to stars and galaxiesWrapped in human skin.He can be still and quietA space devoid of noiseReminding you that silenceIs still eternity’s voice.When he does talk, it seemsAs if time chooses to pause,Basking in his brilliance,Before it chimes an applause.He loves with the passion,Of a million suns colliding.And he knows how a star,Shines bright when it’s dying...

Sweet nevereternal friendwe`ll burn no morethis is not the end Hiding underwe`ll escape the huntHiding underdoing what we want Vampire Never coming out at daythe thirst doesn`t lastlooking for victims preynow we`re cruising past Hiding underwe`ll escape the huntHiding underdoing what we want Vampire   

Good morning Morning gloryMy cherished flower child.EternalIn your gloryMy ageless treasured one.ExquisiteIn your gloryMy burning dancing heart.ElectricIn your gloryMy precious joyous dove.MajesticIn your gloryMy laughing soul's delight.This morningMay your gloryBetoken what may come.The lustful passions spreadingFrom dusk until the dawn. The earnest loving lavingOur bodies cleansed once more.The guidance of my darlingAcc...

That sanctuary is still there.In the valley where the live oaks growScattered across the landscape of hope.Turn down the lane to where the wonderful one is waving,Beckoning as you come down the hill.Down the hill to your singular home once more.You've been here before.Been here and welcomed,Always welcome.Embraced in the open arms of acceptance,And never any regrets.Only the landscape of hope.Always the honor of being lov...

I am passing by and through sleeping cities that are fading away slowly by degrees, and I am not believing all I see to be so. I am moving on alone over ground that nobody owns and passing by statues which are marking my passage through, and are some sort of atonement for my sins. Seeing a guard on every door and I also know there is a drink outside each door on every floor that are overflowing with a thousand amens. It s...

Oh…,All the ladies around the world got something to show you, and all the boys and girls as they wave their hands in the air like they don’t really care as they do their dance and go glidin’ by all those who stop and stare. They know just what to do when they all heard the call go out from wherever they stood. Not wanting to play any psychological games from those in power who are putting on airs and trying to act real c...

I loved you for a lifetime We were two of a kindOur love always sublimeNow I just live in your mindPrecious memories storedOne spouse needs to let goFor the other heaven is the rewardOur love will continue to growI'll wait for you hereYour book is still being writtenYou must not cry any more tearsYou can meet other womenMy life is now in the lightYour book still not completeDon't worry I'll be all rightI know this sounds...

Sitting down with a group of children in the shade, on a very hot day, I was reading a story with them about farm animals. After the story was finished we played the "what sound does this animal make?" game. We went through the usual the dog goes woof; the cat goes meow, the sheep goes baa when I asked them what sound does a cow make. All the children make very loud mooing noises, and then we laugh at how funny and silly...

We built a new homeOur castle in SpainA place in the sunWhere it rarely rains Surrounding itThere is  a moatA moat so bigWe needed a boat Within the waterLurking down deepIs our very own sea monsterProtecting our Keep With our trusty companionA tortoise named NevilleWho once was an AngelBut crossed paths with the Devil We'll live in our castleLearning new magicWith questionable talentsSometimes that ends tragic Just ask B...

The caravan made it to the last oasis before finally getting home.The trip by all accounts had been successful. After the camels had been bedded down and the men had finished their evening meal of mutton and couscous, they began to talk of finally making it home and what they expected from their homecomings.The graphic details were too much for the old man. He had lost his wife and sole mate last year and he had no stomac...

The silence is what I hear every dayUnbroken sounds of whispers being heard from a distanceVoices of those I long to hear, yet are always so far awayA sound, a smash, or even a hello from a stranger to make the pain go awayYet each day returns to the beginningLike a never ending circle of unforgiving torment 

I was fortunate to have both sets of Grandparents alive while I was growing up. My Dad’s parents were “ranch” and lived just over the hill about a mile away. My Mom’s parents were “town” and lived in Douglas, the full forty mile drive away. Naturally, I was much closer to my “ranch” grandparents than my “town” grandparents.Grandma Ruth and Granddad Art were my ranch grandparents. Grandma Ruth was one of my special people....

Finding myself making my way through the darkness and being guided by the sound of a beating heart. There have been so many who have said that I can’t understand, and I have been caught up in either some sort of a dream or a game. As I feel the warm winds on my shoulders which reminds me that I am from a place and a world that is a lot older, with most of the time it seems as though time has been spent finding myself, and...

This is what is always needed. The perfect place for this.Time to feel the sun and smell the earth and soak in the warmth.With a little friend sharing my space. Sharing the perfection in the air.I always need to come here. To the perfect place. When it's time to do what I need to do.Time to be as close as can be while so far away. Time to be here. Away from everything else. Time to smile. Or maybe cry.Time to read my spec...

 Strong like the mighty oak treeThere he standsStanding straight and tallFirm hands to holdLove in his laughterCompassion in his eyesFrom dawn to duskAnd back againNever he changesNever he fallsStanding firm  for all to seeHe stands and watchesStrength for meFor all to see