I love you to the stars and back Down to the depths of the sea Around the planet Pluto, Which no longer seems to be With width and depth and height and length There are no words to bring The explanation to a child The feeling of elder things

Insomnolence of agitation Vigilance of dedication Perseverance without hesitation Relentless acts of wakefulness Tis not the eve nor the asphyxiation I simply crave to slumber

Don’t disdain Don’t refrain Don’t be angry Don’t be lame Don’t be harsh Just save face

Dutiful God,oh God of mine, Give me the strength to overcome. The rage of life, the zest is gone, A monastic life I lead alone. I have no friends to call my own, For bitterness enveloped me long ago. The sense of being worthy has been gone, I had it all, but now i’m alone What have we done that is so wrong? That we must pay throughout the long? I cannot see in your mind’s eye, For so many to have said good-bye. Is this a...

escape through the porthole, swim the mighty sea, never stop believing, there are creatures in the sea...

I love how just the simplest of things Can inspire a writer to amaze The words he captures Are not vague And even prose becomes a name

Itsy-bitsy, Teensy-weensy, Minuscule, Diminutive, Small, Frivolous, Insignificant, Trivial, Sometimes it is the little things that count.

The time will come when one must choose, to be barefoot or wear the shoes, to wear a gown or business suit, to cross my arms or lay them askew. The space is small so think it out, for without thought there is no doubt. The preparations may seem great but choose with very simple haste. For the hour will come before you know, the clock will stop and time is gone. So make up your mind before you go, just to ensure everyone k...

Her soul is torn and tattered The riches of beauty gone The lines surround her eyes from worry The fleeting glimpse of youth has gone Do not dismay, her ragged state Her uncanny mane of grey Her eyes still have the light of grace From a long love God had arranged

The brilliance of the light, reflecting freshly showered grass, is hypnotically intriguing. Blade by blade of subtle innateness, a dew drop now has passed. Comely daisies softly dancing, the breeze is singing its song. Mesmerizing the senses, the petrichor in the air; almost gone. Brilliant rays of sun shine began to illuminate the day, as the steam rises from my coffee cup.

I feel the wind upon my face The lush green grass all over the place The trees are dancing like Southern Belles I cannot decide if this is Heaven or Hell A strike, a bang A bright light I see Watch Out! For that falling tree! The wind doth howl The fleeting yells To those of us who know so well The feel, the prudence, the common sense “Tornado a comin, get in tha’ cellar”!

Contemptuous acts of degradation Only lead to retaliation For only the one who knows the true meaning of revelation Will challenge the other of implications Because without the act of imprecation One is only to vindicate the love of another