The ghosts come out to meet me from their sleep. Not as my parents do they watch the door, but from each photo's frozen face they peep and haunt the habits I can wear no more. They summon...

Finger Painting with God

Color me the devil in a hue of character on an empty
canvas. Use God’s finger as a brush, mixing in a swirl the
breath of life and sweat of his divine...

I Dont Get It
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The auras flare and sparkle around me,
drifting upon the currents of lifes breath.
Sweet winds adorned with the scent of...

Turns Fifty
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Time is a determined little bastard that doesn’t age a second.
Constantly moving its effects can’t be denied. It has no...

This particular poem can be interpreted in different ways so I will allow you, the viewer, to come up with your own interpretation rather then have me state my own.

Crack the Whip Poet
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Sometimes I spend my mornings
stacking words in pretty mountains.
Creating vistas of spiritual...

Wicked Flowers
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The soil is rich with a chaotic blend…
Composted dreams and the refuse of life
garbage in and the love...

John Gielgud in Prospero's Books

A Poem by Charles Bryant


Music and text both admirable,
concept intriguing, performance beyond reproach;
for...