The View from Glamorgan Falls

I am music, lost in life's passion; I am the portrait, scarred with the colors of rage.......I am both living stone; and writt...

approaching the hour of living dusk, we are reminded of the patterns of our timeless moments; like cycles of birth and death....... ...

walking down by the river, i hear a melody in slow and soft inflections beckoning me back....... the intoned vibrations of the journey s...

Believers today are in the midst of an identity crisis; infiltration, persecution, and gang stalking have left many fractured, and...

I saw a time before time, When the voices Given by the songwriter, Rejoiced together .......alive....... In the music of creation, A...

on a fitful night living from within the experience the wild things of God shelter their harvest at the very core of my being unfold...

My love steals Across the land, Like a dew....... Provoking Every scent and color....... Till all lies before me; Lustrous, and frag...

Dissonant chords, Shrouded, within the livid folds of life....... Dance amidst the storm....... Like fingers rushing across the keys...

Can you hear the colors....... Does the music flow in a symphonic rainbow....... And a word, masticate, like the tasting of creation...

There is still A resonance of that original harmony, Alive within me; But in creation's song, There quivers the bassful groan of...

I want to fly Free across the sky; Unbounded, by the fetters Of my little world....... I am transfixed by a wanderlust That pro...

Have we not pondered these things: Even in childhood, Through all our days, And those long whimsical nights; And have we not sung th...

A Day A day.......a new day....... Risen upon us from the depths of eternity; Girt, all around with wonder, and surprise: A new day,...

By light, I see, In words, I hear, And with touch, I feel; Yet through my lips, I can give no expression Of my experience Within the...

Where is this reality?     All that I see fades away,     All that I touch withers;     Yet the pain, The pain remains,     The pain is r...

Memories You know, next week, all my family will get together: my kids, grandkids, all of us; at Ariel's birthday party, up ...

The wheel sleeps On its own swiftness: No pause of action, No rush of Renewed consciousness; Only a thought: Of a pleasure....... Or a sa...

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Poetry, Clings about The native soil Of my heart: Like trailing vines, Wrapped In life's embrace, Enriching the land Through eve...