The Man Is A Poet

  Somewhere behind tinted soft gelatinous windows, Somewhere past vibrating ossicles and membrane, A complex inweaving of synapses and chemi...

  How painfully innocence dies in cherubic brown faces, Some unbroken still gambol in the phosphorous rubble, These within a mother's or...

  How you have fallen from heaven,     morning star, son of the dawn! Angel of light, resonating beatific in the presence of love, Of God, i...

  Blessed are poor of Spirit,     Lampooning the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who cause to mourn,     for they will be good 'ole ...

A weary Palestine dragged without mercy into the dawning, Blood red, the sky radiates a carnage flowing, and ebbing, Impassive voices drone ...

  What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how l...

This woman to this man, His home, his Grace,  Her life, of every life, Imago Dei, beatific face, That reveals. Renita to this man, His heart...