The clouds emboldened the sky High above are the mountains Below, the rivers are turbulent
The sky spreads its wings across the earth. Beneath, a hawk, a miniature duplicates what is above
A hawk flies between the great devide. Between earth and sky It nestles into its flight with great delight.
The city is an amphitheatre of human life. What play am I in. What scene will unfold. Am I a juggler or joker, or a fast liver of life. Or do I show kindness and spread Gods light everywhere I go.
When the world turned sour with covid fire, It ignited covid fear. The covid spear was thrown into human flesh. Where tears could not wash away death. Covid's towering strength, destroyed businesses and shattered dreams. All that was left, was broken flowers, and a desolate scene. Humans g...Read more
Under the dusk, of the city lights. The starlings are wailing, forth right. Up above the city lights, and beyond, their wailing is heard, out right. From thousands of birds their coarse sounds, are lifted upright. They light a fire of dense electricity a monotony that does not go away. So...Read more
Broken pain Daggers of hurt Ashamed and stained Where do I go? Who do I go to? On my knees, unto you I go Lord.
I go away to the hills and sulk There dead mounds don't answer me back. I cry in my dead pity.
I go away to the hills and sulk There dead mounds don't answer me back. I cry in my dead pity.
The annoying bird, struck an accord with me. Flew straight to a limb, then sings its daily delivery.
A bird on a ledge, dives into the outward sea. It swoops high and low and all over the place, it returns to the ledge his proud home.