A fool on the fence of right and w… friendless, lonely, fatherless, longing for recognition and friend… happy to find someone to be with no matter what that person believe…
I of little value, Summoned at my door By a stately coachman, Driving a diamond studded carriage… Pulled by a team of flying horses,
As the last breath looms ahead awa… Life and the living in the now aba… They find refuge from the forebodi… Away from the cold as the north wi… Creatures fight off the pangs of w…
Father of Sound Oh father of sound With your bending and shaping Thy melodic chants And your sound so sweet and pure
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…
As beauty steps down from heaven’s… Afixed in the eyes and loin for th… And fantasy is in the pleasure of… The thrill of the moment to be and… The flight of the passion that mou…
The Christian Smile Through misery, dark clouds, pesti… Evil, abuse, slandering, violence, Humiliation, ugliness, earthquakes Famines, catastrophes, plagues
A New Paradise Familiar environments Growing cold and sore Looking for fresh new places A new paradise
Adrenaline Beasts of mortal glamo… navigating the inferno rivers of S… who live in our dark side, rising up through our veins in the throes of another’s pain,
Up higher than the highest mount where man can see but not know, of the mysterious air not yet reve… where eagles roam the upper sky and man yearns to sprout his wings…
Sweater sweater, ole Mr. Yetter, who sweats in his sweater no matter what the weather, who sweats and sweats
Sensitivity is like a fountain of… A journey into the depths of passi… A look into the thrill of living, A daunting ride without a driver, A curious look into the darkness,
Knowledge patiently waits At the apotheosis of revelations, To lend its mind and then send us Further along the path of the soul… Infinite secrets lie silently in o…
When the itch calls for a remedy, There’s nothing better than a scra… That magical abrasive rubbing, That simple stroking of the finger… That ancient instinctive cure,
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…