What I can’t see doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t have faith in it. I can’t see God, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t there. I can’t see the Holy Spirit that’s within me, but it doesn’t mean...
Mother Nature dressed in beauty in the embodiment of Eve, the advocate of beauty and what it does to the common man caught in the throes
Mother Nature and her mutable moo… as in a season of many different m… harsh and placid, hot and cold, snowy and steamy, quiet and bold, she swings her mood to the season’…
Rain pain and spirits head downwar… to the darkened cellars along mela… with only half of the upward skies… and heaven shielded by a thickened… Seeking dominance over God’s eter…
You in your voluntary innocence, with eyes of fear, sorrow, fright, of pain invoked from your wounds, not knowing the whys of torture, living in the shadows of Auschwitz…
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 secrets in our soul linger above our awareness. Every sound is gathered up and placed in our depths, our precious confidant. They whisper to the ear of our hallowed memories the s...
Spears readied to slaughter the ne… from outside his cave; hence, the dawning of the age of warfare, then warriors on their steeds char… in the heat of the battle
Rivers running wild from the infer… adrenal currents in the waters of… baptism of the unholy one, the birth of the rage of the wicke… spume of the demonic disciples,
Music with its melodic scalpels, slices its way through the intelle… on its way to the ear of the heart on a journey of good intentions; that instills spontaneous feelings
Clandestine reflections locked up in heavy vaults engulfed in layers of dust, looking for an outlet through loneliness
Congenial commanders above me, weavers of a lonely fragile sound of a thousand and nine violins filling the air with love and melo… ordering me to blend in with them,
The spirit within, that sacred pla… Secrets of heaven, written upon th… Where beauty and knowledge avail t… To whom shall seek, ringing in the… “I am those words thrown away on p…
Pterodactyl pigs with earthly drea… soaring amongst the dreamy clouds, landward ho thy sky borne swines toward Mother Earth to set foot u… a habitat trading habitats or a
Sam grew up in New York City. He learned how to get around with his conniving and shrewdness at an early age. He loved the Yankees and three or four days a week he and his friends wou...