A Poet's Haven

She, ran her fingers through his hair.“ you captured me perfectly “She said with smile.He gave her a sweet kiss upon her foreheadand then her lips.As he held her in his arms.“ yes, I was able to capture ““ all of those beautiful scars ““ the ones that you wear so well ““ the ones…

It began eons back before eyes of manbegan to catch on our little illusions.And found us in the act of playing outour little game of hide and seek.For a while we hid ourselves in novelsand books of poetry.We have even hid in portraits and landscapesof the great masters.We chase each other through the corridorsof our…

Throughout the annals of time and space… There have been few… Whose names have not been spoken… She simply went next door to borrow some salt… Unexpected guest had arrived… Word spread fast amidst the neighboring sinners… They bore news of fires and brimstones… Sodom and Gomorrah will be no more… Take thou family and…

As she lay sleeping within our dreamsas we criss cross the cosmos in ournever ending pursuit of the voice.The one we feel more than we hear…The one that brings down to earth…The one that lifts us into the on high…As she lay sleeping I will sense her silenceit is my time to reflect to recall…

I wandered aimlessly through moonlight mistsas I listened to the sounds of beautycarried in whispers upon the breaths of love.My heart leading the wayfollowing a song that only it could hear.A tempo know only by twoaccompanied by lyrics writtenby our desiresby our passion.From deep within the realm of dreamswe lay togetherentwined within the moonlight mist.Where…

All to often the daughters of manare looked upon as if they are raw meatpackage up in beautiful wrappings.Ours to be takenplaced on pedestalsto be taken down when desiredto be used for raw pleasures.Used without consent,called abusive namesforced to bend against their will.BeatenMurderedCast aside as if they werea disposable containerlitter upon the ground,filling our streams…

“Chey’-Chey’s Bunny”With cup in hand I met the latest member of our family,she set there all alone enjoying her breakfastof fresh petals that surrounded her.As I thought to myself about a certain Princesswho would love to have you as a pet?“ Now where did you come from on this beautiful morning ““ I don’t recall…

Hidden amidst the chaos of deathand misery of the dying.Slowly the truth emerges fromthe Canals of Venice now clearingas the aquatic life that lives withinis once again visible to naked eye.From the Slopes of the Himalayasthe mountain tops now visible asthe pollution of man’s machines lay idle.The undeniable truth is Man and Man aloneis responsible…

Old homes are filled with memories and secrets. In the middle of the night she would step around  the floor boards that squeaked. And yet when she awakens in the morning,  knowing I am down the hall in my office. She will use the floor boards to inform, me that she is ready for our…

Staring out for seems hours on end… Looking out at the carnage brought… forth in this still early Springs frost… The self internment has been very hard upon her and far more than she has shown… The loss of an old friend, from this silly flu as it has played out within her mind… “…