"Collected Poems of"

Sing thy Lotus to release our flock among this rippling dancing reflection singing back to thy flock until the dancing stops reflecting, crippling singing lotus blossom Allowing thy petal to drop for the water falling lotus

‘Bless up’

Bask in many starlight’s

Last dance before sunrise

Efforts bathed in favor

Sent up to the Savior

Under these stars, we send Prayers above clouds, blessings raining in

To those lost souls

Heaven is a dream

Enjoyed but never known

Poor looks weak

Evil looks strong

Open gates to live in every feeling we long Poor looks meek

Lost in defeat

Every day we fall yet still we rise to our feet Bless up.

‘Breathe Boy’

Stern hula boy

Hardened heartfelt hula boy in a bubble underwater bracing for the embracing waves challenging this stern hula boy.

Hula this, hula that, so much hula noise surrounding our stern hula boy. Hula waves, hula pools claim the boy. Hula winds, hula fools above the reef ignorant of the sinking hula boy submerged and free

‘Driving Nomad’

An exploration that’s fruitless, a traveler hiking until he is black and bluish leaving onlookers completely clueless. Is it still a road trip without a car? Fathom this traveler with endless drive, an unfathomable expansion upon each stride. Can man truly experience without traveling afar?

A traveler not phased by exhaust because the ambition to travel is a given. A traveler never phased when lost, this traveler is a nomad, this nomad is driven