Born in the throes of Mother Natu… from internal engines in the deep at the mercy of the tides and their authority, ancient engines manufactured
The laws of the land are a protective shield from the perils of iniquity that invade the master spirit of the earth, that effervescent torch that lights the lamp of peace. Like a mothe...
Quietude yearning for mobile air c… as the stillness takes root in the… mountain tops wreathed by a bluish… the tepid clouds growing tired and… days and nights beset by the same…
The bar up in the highest highland… where perfection earned its keep with its gold medals glistening in… and its feet entrenched in pride, the pride of wisdom earned
Tommy Boy out there with the wolv… amid the battle fields and horses’… bloody banners and razor teeth, volcanic breath and hell fire neat… prancing stallions about the dusty…
Children of America, put on your boxing gloves. Knock out your opponent. Exert your authority over him. You have the domineering look in your eyes as you enter the ring. Your deity abov...
The black sun stripped naked of its flamboyant costume with its yellow glowing that paraded across the firmament and marched to the drums of the da…
Sounds of Freedom As the ordinary grows tired And the music sits still Old avenues lose their luster And bright colors begin to fade
Tears in the falling from the maes… as aesthetic rivers flow to the fl… from the soul to the ears through… notes turned to colors turned to l… soothing melodies drifting through…
Nature’s unseen hands of sorcery in the throes of beauty unguarded and beauty exploited, reaching down into the arena of desire,
Love’s embrace, tendrils grasping, Lithesome arms, skyward reaching, Upward spiraling, Silky fingers, poetic touches, Love dawning, love quickened,
The pure the wild of passion’s bl… waters of the Styx and the child a… paradise lost and something new lost in the heat of the witch’s br… charging buffalos and lambs united
What kind of line are you? Do you curve around and entangle yourself with yourself with no end to your travels? Do you tell a story about beauty, the way it flaunts itself in all its ...
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…
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,