The Man Is A Poet

  Wondering wandering below the star pocked dome, 'Ere night bleeds into day and as deep calls to deep, Marveling as evening creatures c...

  Aging eyes, veneered in thin cataracts, water in the twilight, Warm tears summoned by wind, weariness, grief, and shame, Anguished fragili...

  The juggernauts continue their rapacious consumption, Cooly reducing neighborhoods to shattered enclaves, An aftermath of a normalcy of mu...

  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 ...