School Days “School days, school days Good old fashion school days” In the gym around dark corners Hidden away so none else could see
I have no words to say and no thoughts to think. I am a mute with no mind at all. I stare at my empty manuscript and long for inspiring words that enrich my soul and exalt my spirit. ...
As if the soil down under was a wa… on a journey to a downward pinnacl… where the voice of God reached the… and told it to rise up and follow… up through the soil and into the s…
Me
Motherly lioness is equipped with… with her babies safe and sheltered… She is fierce and loving on danger… always on the lookout for every hu… Mother’s instinct holds true for a…
Country roads, crawling galleries, The Dog Days of summer’s viewing, Lazy maples sitting along the shou… Casting pictures of vibrant greens Through the openings of the leaves
Muscling Man the throttle, full speed ahead Fire up all systems to the max Take the devil aboard and go Hammer down, wait for nobody
A symphonic poem beckoned to me through the quiet air, and like a distant lover, opened the door to my heart with its enchanting melodies. The prelude spread its warmth over me with it...
I need a vacation from the daily g… And leave all the commotion way be… Bosses yelling, weather steaming, Dogs barking, children screaming, Fence needs fixing, grass too high…
Look out Mr. Tom, here he come, The killer man with the axe on the… He cometh your way, so run and hid… No time to think, no time to decid… You’re the turkey he’s coming to g…
Deep down inside where Space is connected to space Where oceans sing of empty limits And time is a roving vagabond Lies a receptacle with no name
The days and nights in their endle… Nestled into Mother Nature’s palm… Are sound asleep in the immobile a… A listless hovering without a care… Peace is too quiet and beauty too…
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…
My soul is a mystery to me. It lies in judgment as to what should inspire me. It selects certain harmonies in music that move me and the ones that don’t. I have no control over it. ...
Outside my window I saw him there With his peaks in view high in the… My mountain and I stood side by s… Sharing secrets with nothing to hi… My confidant and long time friend,