The old man and his bottle of wine… His landing on the bottom to come… His weathered face telling sad, sa… His only pleasure is his drunken f… The will of God is all about the…
“Ahoy mates; a clearing up ahead and two degrees to the port side. I see the Angel of Mercy smiling through the broken black clouds along the horizon, the remnants left behind from the ...
Spatial Reveries Sweet sounds of music swirling alo… Heaven primed for scented myrtle s… Gardens singing melodies up and th… To the sky’s quiet drifting in oce…
To the Gods and their generous of… Their speech of melodious enchantm… The way they free it from its bond… The way they knead it and make it… The way they cast it into open spa…
The aroma of pleasure and the para… The flame unheeded and melting of… An impromptu dance of the spirit r… A reaching down into the loin all… A wild ride without a plotted cour…
My soul bid me to look past man’s devaluation of his own self and find the dignity in him that he had lost sight of. I’m to be a prospector looking for gold. The gold in him is that fo...
Through the Rough Thickets and bushes with darkness… The road ahead, a discouraging jou… Moving forth without looking where… His visions locked in his stout-he…
Come and tunnel from the light into the dark, the avenue to the sea of deep secr… past the smiles and heavy drapes, the yeses, the noes, the indecisiv…
Thalia, Euterpe, and Terpsishore, three naughty mythical muses, conspiring at liberty, having fun with my mind, making me dance at funerals,
All is calm and all is clear When voices speak from upward tier… Power surges and assurance rolls When a new spirit calls to empty s… Heaven speaks in a language unknow…
She laughed with her friends, but only a half hearted laugh. The other half was in control of her emotions for fear of exposing her inner self, that joyful or sad self that suffers fro...
Music Slaves Those floating eyes up in the sky Sounds looking for a place to land Eager vagabonds in their wandering And strolling minstrels on a maide…
—R.I.P.— —Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 - —Killed in action— —On May 27, 2017 - —In Afghanistan—
I am of worth and so my colleague. I am the planter of so what I nee… He is the supreme of all of life Over me in his kingdom up so high. I sow the seeds with him in mind.
Passion Leading Places desired and places out of b… Avenues with no names and eerie so… Doors swinging open with nobody ho… Sorcerers live where passions roam
