| Poetry |
| The Music of the Human Soul |
| Here is a sample of my work to tantalize you, the rest, you can click on to get to their respective pages. |
| The Silent Hunter |
| Over the hill, Silent and still, Stalked the lonely hunter. "Pale-faced skin", Said the Indian, As he layed his eyes upon her. Her mind heaven-sent, Her heart innocent, As she bathed in the pool by the falls. The knife in his hand, Was stayed by the man, Who lived inside his heart walls. His mission to kill Had left his will, No longer burned the fire. He turned his back, And walked the track, Alone through the woods of desire. |
| More pieces of my soul: |
| The Tiger Inside |
| Like the Tiger, so bold, in the darkened night, I search in hunger for food just right. I like my meat live and moving around. I take what I want and make not a sound. My stripes are more inside than the tiger's without. But my eyes glitter darkly when a stranger's about. Some challenge my meal btu never take hold, I strike them down; and cowered, they fold. His claws are my words and I speak them just right. The tiger, majestic and powerfully strong. I am deceiving but I do you no wrong. A tiger cuts meat witha passion unknown, Ripping the flesh with a finely carved bone. I make love to my lady with passion unseen, Caressing her flesh where no lover has been. A fighter, a killer, he is all that, I love her, won't leave her, for I am a cat. |