Rain drops falling from on high, the sweat of divinity rolling down… rivers of heroism flowing to the need of the gardens below from half way heaven skies
Echoes of yesteryear pass down in… from tree to tree as the seasons p… They are the melodies of the whisp… that sing through the branches as… An Autumn song to the falling lea…
Motivated by the love of money, Conglomerates roll in with the tid… In lines of liquid steel, Inventing a new art form Called “Dictatorial Impressionism…
Way down under the sea where Davy Jones’s locker lies or one fathom down from the roof of the water’s house where the crab boats sail
A song of the tearful clouds, of the rhythmic rain drops, the pulse of nature beating against the tin roof, a cantata being composed
It reaches down as heaven sent for… With velvet wings to earthly port, To lovers on the verge of love’s c… To follow through with heaven’s pl… Love machines running on sweet per…
I wish our world had the work ethic that all creatures big and small have upheld since the birth of life. Their devotion to it is a silent reverence to God’s perfect plan, which they k...
Old salt deep sea lover, seafarer of yesteryears and up ahe… riding atop nature’s briny waves with a song of the wind blowing kisses against the dancing…
The quiet strings smoothed out the… and everything sat still with an e… The soggy air hung above the glass… and the quiet grew soft and the so… Hush-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.
Mortal Glamour Come ye see the white wings of dea… See them converging at the final b… Snow white lambs come flocking to… The spectacle of death and bloodsh…
My Friend’s Passing My friend, where have you gone? To lofted fields or stately manor’… Where white doves flap their quiet… In the realm of the Godly as moth…
I pray that when gossip pursues me with its deadly venom, I can escape from its bite. It is a disease that attacks mankind and then later becomes a plague. Those who can ward it off a...
Easter Sunday is the day to go to… in praise of a phenomenon of this… A heavy boulder at the entrance of… was lifted away to expose an empty… Someone had the strength to lift i…
Sunday moved into Monday like a well oiled machine with precision and clarity. The age of time had lost one more day, and the power of the sun lost some of its stronghold with the end ...
Champion Made of guts, brawn, steel, granit… Pulling canons up angry mountains,… Boulders shifting under his heavy… Shouting war cries that echo throu…