Giants of the home of the beast, The dark side at war with the good… Mind of the calm and the turbulent… Big waves bursting out of Hades, Tsunamis smashing crystal waters,
Upon riding on the clouds with my feet suspended between heaven and earth, deep inside her feathery arms of soft velvet and shiny skin,
Giver and sustainer of life, I honor you; you sitting in your invisible place in the skies, waiving your magic wand, slithering up the mountains, through the valleys, across the plain...
When we find our riches, it becomes the responsibility of the conscience to place a value on them. We are not covetous to treasure them as long as they are a gift of God, and through h...
With My Guard Down I bequeath myself to all the world Its devious plans, its virtue unfu… Here I am, a fighter without a sh… The world closing in, to all I yi…
Where there is no place to look up… As if heaven was a vast wasteland, An abyss alone in the darkness, The only place to go to, The only place that comforts the m…
Data dressed in black and black With heavy feet that can’t get off… That lies in musty caskets in the… With tombstones blanketed in moss, Once proud and useful to the intel…
Treasure Seekers He who climbs the mountain and finds the gold hidden inside,
The laws of the land are a protective shield from the perils of iniquity that invade the master spirit of the earth, that effervescent torch that lights the lamp of peace. Like a mothe...
The Guardian Within My conscience is the High Priest that lives In the caverns of my soul Within its walls is my
The ongoing battles with the welln… are the never-ending wars inside h… The inevitable attacks that never… are of the devil’s arming itself with spears and battle-axes
Music in the sound of the wanderin… Of skyborne vibrations broken up i… Fragments of rhyme and passion gro… From careful and valiant poetic so… Of seeds with sweet effervescent f…
Gluttony When satisfaction remains an etern… When the satiable becomes the insa… When enough is a new beginning It is hunger on a frantic journey
Near but not there and looking up, in the trough and sinking lower, mountainous waves leering up ahead… liquid beasts with white fangs closing in to devour his prey,
Mother Nature and her soothing br… Her gentle smiles and her temperan… Her lazy meadows and sleepy willow… Her rejuvenescent arbors and cozy… Her recurring plan that blossoms i…