∇ Horns Blowing Off On The Moonless Earth ∇ Sunrise of Sunday Δ March 15th, 2015 from my backyard view
Category: Sayings
The Arch Angels
they are near yet treacherous rain fall first appeared we are one time took its token elated to son 3.29.15
Reclaim My Territory
Perfecting the Art of personification Mine alone can move a nation Fierce in roots, always the call Now is time to walk the walk 3.27.15
Excess Gas Liquid Bomb
killing me softly this intense urge a supernova of mass surge like an indemnity sketched in heartbeat so beyond the surface deep 3.21.15
Greatest Last Virtue
If an artist’s inspiration never dies The mystery of muses lends the life 2.20.15
Rocks An Instant
Set this poem in slow motion Rock it open onto me We’re vibe & we’re free Rock a lengthy point of prism 12.24.14