[tabby title="Poem"] Rehearsals, actors,lights all staged. Given time, thefruits start falling.When it comes to lightwhat shall be done with the cards held? Be warned, once you troton the road of snakes,biting at the anklesof those who showmercy, understanding, and support....

[tabby title="Poem"] Heavy stones,pretentious tones,internal bruisesso no one knows. Enough! For your hand has been dealt so many times,to familiar ears,it sounds like chimes. But not for the rosewhich comes with thorns;it shall bring Armageddondown uponthose who posewith ill intent....

[tabby title="Poem"] Oh, it is fun to have power,until the vineyard turns sour! Each hour shalldevour unjust deeds. For time shallreveal the seeds spread.Let it be like the dead,no more to be said [tabby title="Poet Bio"] The poet delights in...

[tabby title="Poem"] Peonies rotting,always plotting,What shall it be?Will it be front-page newsor a live spectacle? What shall you gainfrom plotting and playing games? [tabby title="Poet Bio"] The poet revels in the art of reading and writing poetry, drawing inspiration from...

[tabby title="Poem"] The riot inside Is readyand fierce To fight! Why are there thosewho stand with a hose,ready to wash downanother's dreamsinto the streams? Why deny a soul by crushingand building a wall so tall? Oh, when the souls climb...