The Fox The bill collector so cometh, Up the path, up the way Gotta pick up my sign “Beware, I’m sick

The stain of data and logic eating its way down to the core, laying in the soul, taking up residence in the muddled… the renaissance of the new poetry,

The Grasping Time, that eternal beast in its mo… Its merciless smiles and selfish r… Its impatient surges and egotistic… Its wild marauding and triumphant…

The Speed of Life From the seed to the final curtain We rise up and fall down before we… Time is a runaway steed away from… The storm passes through at a flee…

The Budding A blanket of emeralds reach across… As summertime nears with its brigh… Mountain streams in their proud ca… The rites of spring in their joyfu…

The finding the way out of the dar… the conjuring up the language of the song of the roving spirits, the whimsical reveling at play, the care-free nature of the child…

Old demands aspire to be refreshed… As worn out sounds need their oxyg… Before their expiration as the mus… A fresh new avenue to answer all t… Music is beauty that needs a new f…

As anger mounts and the battles wa… The wild beast breaks out from its… All hell breaks loose and anxiety… Like zephyrs growing into tumultuo… We look to the skies with wonder a…

The slender fingers of Astria, Star-maiden and teary-eyed, and angels suffused in melodies stroking lovely strings of the har… sending vibrations hitherward,

The road of life, rocky, smooth, arduous, perilous, breathless, suffocating, out of my control, taking me by forces unsuspected, leading me into dark tunnels,

That Special Night I found it deep within my soul That power, that steaming current… Turning my timid spirit into a rag… My life into a book without a page

Muscling in on nature’s rage, her black clouds, pelting rains, turbulent waters, infernal playgro… the sun slices through the clouds from its prudent conspiring

The tightening of the straps, the dam that impedes the flowing of the river that runs to places unknown, the numbing of the passion,

Looking up at the azure skies where the mountain top touches the firmament, the threshold of the domain of the blessed,

They who live by thrills alone Move from one lover to another. When a new love is The only way to find love, Love is only in the thrill.