A whore with no other name such is… tied to a whipping post to get up… a life of sadness so her story goe… driven to see how the bad blood fl… a slicing neat and clean upon her…
Transitory wings of white and gold… beauty in flight and rivers in mot… doors swinging open for the pure a… clarity speaking in a familiar ton… divinity opening up its heart,
The man has no plans for the future inside his hollow head. Without a father to prove to him that a good education is the avenue to prosperity, he listens to other voices coming from th...
The dawning of love, of a primal sighting, of the works of affinity, how it becomes clear as it opens up the senses
Bring forth thy sweetness and thy… A wild dream portrayed on every pa… A romp into the wilderness in the… A launching out into space of ever… A story of the first and never end…
Touchdown One last drive is all we got When our battle ends, so well we f… We arose from volcanoes through al… Strewing fire like swarming maniac…
Dollars and Sense Monetary losses but ascending drea… Reality’s hand, a grasp too confou… Life swirls with the speed of ligh… Comes to me with its shifty eyes
Of love’s fragile spirit travellin… its sacred womb with velvet walls, from cathedrals floating within th… with delicate windows and pristine… its pastel colors gleaming the nak…
Sanitation man of such great worth… Keeping clean her yards of Mother… From your battling through the win… Beauty abounds o’er hill and plain… Surgeons and scientists and states…
Last night as God granted me vivid images to enliven my deep slumber, the future disclosed itself and unveiled the mysteries of time to me. I saw man raise himself from the ashes and r...
Here they are again. Those words keep coming at me. They hide in my sub-consciousness ready to flood my being like a monsoon. After all those years in captivity, I opened the way for ...
Braggart of the terrestrial world, the grand master of the theologian… the one whose eyes and ears collect all the drama of the earth and stuffs it in his big swollen h…
Where there is no place to look up… As if heaven was a vast wasteland, An abyss alone in the darkness, The only place to go to, The only place that comforts the m…
As beauty appears in all her glory… her smooth lines of supple velvet, her sunsets of effervescent crimso… her clouds of a creamy white liqui… her eyes throwing kisses to the wi…
It was a sad day when William Blake shot himself in his library. When the police arrived at his home shortly after his wife called him, they found most of his books lying on the floor w...