Horns of the Netherworld, the voice of the prince of the dar… the evil that lurks in dark alleyw… located down, down beneath the benevolent homes
What a man is he, alright. He stands out in front of everybody including his place in the alphabet; from the Bs all the way to the Zs. His name, Aaron, earned him that distinction, but ...
You, the one I chose to fight for… To make your days free of slavery, To clear the path for your inherit… To walk upon as all free men do, To choose your own leaders,
Utopian Island, far, far away, the land of the spirit of brotherhood in mind and heart that rules and chastises as the bartering takes place,
I of service to the Poet Gods, the kinds with no hands nor feet, but keen eyes, celestial minds and tyrannical tongues, chose me, a man with no dreams,
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
Hail Morgan in the likeness of Penthesilea, queen of the Amazon Tribe who led it into battle in the Trojan War. May you ever stay as fierce as she was then. Flex your muscles and let th...
Lightening Look at my beautiful sky so incand… Peer into my chaotic home in the s… My passion moving from top to bott… Exceeding the outer limits of velo…
Lie down under a shady maple tree in a meadow under a partly cloudy… Feel the breeze playing with your… Marvel at the mantle of God’s creations before you.
That Silver Sun Lo behold, up high when day is don… I can look deep into the heart of… The blazing fire that came from it… Must be a smoldering amber traveli…
Passion colored dawn oh beautful s… lofted fires ignited where battles… hell and earth adorned in purple a… in twisted skies with the devil bl… spears and flowers lined up in a r…
Yonder wall on Martin’s path, seen in view what now he hath, up so high but not high enough, is a task ahead when the going gets tough.
If I ever walked with Jesus, what should I tell him? Should they be words uttered by the wise which I had intended to apply in my own life, but that I haven’t? Should I admit that the...
Tapping of the drums From the clouds on high, The troubadours of the ruffled air… Euphonic cantata of the ruffling, Rhythmic lore of the highlands,
The whole wide world. a big ball of water, sand, earth, spinning in the universe with inhabitants glued to the surf… left on their own to survive,
