Cousins of Lidmen of package myst… who don’t make the opening up a br… then cousins of bottle cap conundr… who screw on the caps with multi s… screw them on with a team of horse…
Lonely Violin My love, my woman, my angelic song Your whole body holds a Gentle sweetness destined for me Your subtle waist a sculptor’s dre…
From that mysterious island in the… far beyond my eyes and ears and ar… wreathed in a fragrant mist of pur… with a beating heart and saintly m… of an ancient language from a diff…
With my feet dangling above the clouds, my eyes fastened to their languor, their silky wings, their lazy drifting along,
I am an artist and this is my testimony. My sensitivity overwhelms me. I didn’t choose to have it. It chose me. It’s like God selected some of us to inherit it, so it would move us ...
Let it Snow Mother Nature, that stubborn old… She does what she does when she do… With no signs up in the sky To tell her to do something other
The Attraction Her voice so soft And eyes so deep Heart so kind and Heart so complex
Imagination, That beast named “Neurotica” That crawls into the mind And singes the nerves With its fiery claws
Final breath but air of hallowed t… a life to a new life, an old body left behind but a supernal body traveling on a highw… to bliss garnished in star dust,
Dictionaries You with your secrets locked up in… Miniscule forests carved out of th… Page by page, word by word, answer… Intelligence is your menu, your di…
Sun giant of the highest worth In its proper place since birth, Above the clouds against the blue, Looking down the whole day through… Only the eyes I can see,
M-m-m-m-m air of sweet, sweet heav… As Auntie Sweetooth ‘til half pas… Swings with the squirrels and drun… Breaking up the day into halves an… Home of the chocolate paradise of…
Home On the ground but yet still floati… Living in a dream of open spaces Home is a nomadic romp through tim… Of moving feet and fresh environs
Money, jets, speedsters, race cars… Fingers blazing, riffs, guitars, Tornados, hurricanes, angry storms… With piccolos screeching and waili… Restless clouds, racing ‘cross the…
Melodies streaming from the eyes, sadness running through the lips, the emptiness longing for an ear, music wandering along a broken boulevard,