Sun Gods in the morning skies burning holes in the metal canopie… that cover up the beauty of the vi… that sleep through the night, climb up through the fissures of t…
Of service you are to mankind pref… to the breakfast table and also de… bacon and chocolate for the appeti… for those addicted to such a delig… Your alluring qualities, a magneti…
Deep down under the frozen earth, sound asleep away from the heat lies the motionless body of a lily… dead but not dead, a heartbeat away from
In the upward skies on the way to the highest home, the sacred kingdom, home of the bl… where the clouds mark the boundari… of the air that is split into two…
Hail to the triumphant weed, a humanoid brain inside a botanica… a prisoner inside a cell made of f… with a plan to escape through the… pass the guards and out into the o…
The Hill Too Easy Prestige became lonely up at the s… When values began their steepen pl… Through poverty came a deep respec… For life, I came to stop and refl…
Beauty on a pedestal in the crimson light with colors dancing, heavens of poetic delight and lovely rapture coming alive and inching closer,
Swirling above the clouds on high and below the heavens in the azure… ribbons of the rainbow flapping in… forming words where words begin primal sound tucked in the bosom o…
Since human beings are natural born bigots, they must continuously work it out of their system throughout their lives. When we were born into that sin, it is our rightful duty to grow o...
The Voyage Of the wind that casts a mystical… Of the bending of a fragile violet Where wilt thou ever settle down? Tire of thy movement of eternity b…
Father Time, that stone hearted b… That scoundrel Prince of Darkness… Who steals our youth and chooses o… As our days zoom by our destiny we… That thief who steals our dermal m…
Euphonic clusters in blue tonal de… Beyond the reach of the seven step… Music climbing up into spaces beyo… On harmonic ladders of liquid fire… Into tight openings with torches a…
It is a prelude to that magic vibr… Carrying two lovers to the World of dreams and revelations, Fleeing from the world left behind Of weights and measures,
Feathers stroking the spirit withi… running to the heart in poetic sin… stirring up the heart with a wizar… with old remedies and something ne… softly as is in the early morning…
Movement, the fruit of stagnation, When all is quiet and lifeless, When all is a bird with the spirit… Locked inside a cage with metal lo… Whose heart belongs to the open sk…