Music with its melodic scalpels, slices its way through the intelle… on its way to the ear of the heart on a journey of good intentions; that instills spontaneous feelings
Spinning and spinning Days flashing by Running into years Epochs becoming a new day Rotations holding speed
The Utopia of the modern world to… God undivided from the same lump o… Christians and Muslims, Ramadan a… The avenue to God, but a differen… To find the paradise is the golden…
Tempest churning, earth all moving… planets pacing, universe shifting, thunder talking, lightning dancing… music nervous, running prestissimo… waves pounding, rocks laughing,
Amidst the storm, the hell on nigh… The wicked blasphemy is on the fly… The black clouds carry on their bl… Behind the devil’s doors the showi… The hub of evil tempers is swirlin…
Christmas at the Miller household is in the gathering of all the relatives scattered all over the country. Some come from distant locations and some from close by. It is a wonderful day...
Pistons cranking in the chasms of… spirits in contention for supreme… churning in the hearts of the hot-… battle songs from the mouths of th… engines steaming ahead at superson…
Higher up than the gangly Sunflowers that oversee the well-being of the roses, up higher than the top
A story of tears and dust, of assorted images and sound, of climbers and melodious sunsets, of preludes to the western skies, of muses for the poetic eyes,
Precision Devotees A marriage of music and love Where notes are consummation beds Tender caresses and tears together A maestro as a musical deity
Millie the Maggot Oh how I love my maggot collectio… I sing lullabies to put them to sl… It’s fun to watch them slither aro… They look so sexy as they move
Although Murphy was a second baseman, he had to move over and play third. Taylor, the regular third baseman, broke his jaw while trying to field a hot ground ball yesterday. It was an u...
My seclusion and my quietude, My happiness and my solitude, My paradise and my contented home, My royal kingdom with me upon the… ‘Tis I, the ruler of my thoughts,
Tough men with big dreams with a little boy’s mind try to win a war with no support from his people or the rest of the world. They choose to fly solo with no co-pilot. They try to fulfi...
The Birthing The Nightingale’s song has faded… Eastern skies full of pink pastels… Set to embark upon a westward move… With a new bright light across the…