They came from Scorpio…: A poem 

The constellations have borders  And their seemly orders  They would come in the night  And in plain sight  Their therapy of sound  had my body wound  Once, they attempted to drag my soul  out of my body, out whole  They were from Scorpio  It was my woe  For, their skulls and bones  didn’t match myContinue reading “They came from Scorpio…: A poem “

Wealthy in austerity: A poem 

I have fanned my fire  with an austerity of desire  Held the horn of the rhino  Tamed the bull in the rodeo  This wrought iron will  No connivance can distil  Resilience fits the bill  that even Satan can’t kill  My soul is no carpetbagger  Goliath can be exterminated with a mere dagger  My veins haveContinue reading “Wealthy in austerity: A poem “