Running Free I dance among the stars And sing a song of freedom My unbound spirit Broken free from
Silent song, the air with no obstr… nothing to bend it, to shape it, t… to color it, to make it sing, a river without a bank, without a… a story without a plot, a poem wit…
I am as lost as lost can be. I’m in the wilderness with my smart phone, and I don’t know how to use it. Before technology was taken to a new level by superior intelligence, my thought...
Reality is the independent existen… of something apart from another th… that derives from ideas concerning… The truth of something stands alon… and needs nothing more to define i…
Profanity It emerges from the most unexpecte… Like lava shooting thru’ a rose’s… Its temperament is molded by gentl… But gentle is too quiet and too co…
Amazing thou so art with thy assur… thy words of mercy written upon yo… thy enemy that I am surrenders to… Your pentrating eyes captured me b… My road ahead is paved with thy cr…
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 face of the sunlight on displa… a visage of beauty before the eyes… seductive arms reaching out in their sensual gathering, pulling the beholder into the ligh…
My soul bid me to look past man’s devaluation of his own self and find the dignity in him that he had lost sight of. I’m to be a prospector looking for gold. The gold in him is that fo...
Weaving through life and life of d… Hanging onto fragile threads, I continue on my journey of wonder… Holding onto the real and the imag… The mobile and the immobile,
The calm rolling across the azure… elevated sighs and images of heave… breath of the Gods in half-way asc… in picturesque settings for your a… images of peace and peaceful stori…
Harps of soft velvet and cushioned… of scarlet sunrises and ambrosial… a soft stroking with fingers dippe… the proper ingredients in a euphon… of beauty and its embodiment in po…
Catastrophic glamour before the eyes; the fire, warfare, tragedy, death, calling for the rivers to rise, the boiling of the blood,
If we non-witches here on earth ne… a driver’s license, why shouldn’t… circulating witches have one too?… nasty witches want to be rebel wit… and ride in a counter clockwise di…
With leaves of green and the livin… A great displeasure to October is… A plan of attack is waiting in the… A strategy is in place as autumn b… An arsenal of brown and a reddish…