John was a nice boy of seventeen.
Lo behold, as Mrs. Thompson, his
Later that night while she was wat
He had created an alter ego in his
Later that day he went flying into

Free of Sin
Pure thoughts, no sin at all
Safely home, an answer to the call
Evil lives on a faraway island
Too far away, nothing to withstand

The Discontented
Riches abounding but nothing appre
Gold admired but integrity devalue
Pleasure sought and spirituality f
Pleasure found but contentment los

The Bounty
I live among the
Tender green fields
Of corn and watch them
Waltzing with the

Up where genius walks
On fertile grounds
In comfort and peace
With staff and rod
Along river beds

Beauty Runs Together
Beauty, on its exalting mission
Like a pack of wolves but yet so g
Taking the common to its new embel
Moving it up to the paradise of dr

That Ole’ Leprechaun
So that sly ole’ leprechaun though
When I got back, I saw that he ti
If I can ever find him again, I h

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

Passion Leading
Places desired and places out of b
Avenues with no names and eerie so
Doors swinging open with nobody ho
Sorcerers live where passions roam

Idolatry
He heard the words being spoken
Crystal clear so far from broken
He made up stories of what was sai
He looked for empty souls to be fe

Tornado
Peace is a tender lamb up in the s
While lofted poems give out a gent
And the calm breathes in the silen
While passion yearns for its lady

Oh sweet, sweet sugar and spice,
Oh that sensual feeling,
That other world of instant pleasu
Those energizing angel fingers
With smooth, creamy tips,