I never grow weary of the Ghost
who feeds suffering souls like a Host...

I love to write prose
in down times...

An unwritten rule
may be such a cruel...

Open your heart to let It pass through
The warmth that lives inside of you...

Not to own you,
stone you...

By ashes from fire
I am provoked...

Writing while wind break
Exercise in flatulence...

There was no site to separate light
Or day and night in the eyes of the unborn...

I was snug as a bug in a rug
when I gave my best friend a big hug...

How can I say
"I Love You" in...

Infinitely large
is the mighty universe...

Centaurs, Pegasus and Unicorns
were extinct long before powder horns...