Eyes with magnets tucked inside, with mystic pools and tender tears… melodic arms reaching out into the… fingers dancing to the sound of si… lighthouses amassed upon the shore…
We all should feel sorry for the poor superstar quarterback. He didn’t have enough money in his bank account to pay the Hooter Girl hostesses that would work in his fifteen million doll...
As if the soil down under was a wa… on a journey to a downward pinnacl… where the voice of God reached the… and told it to rise up and follow… up through the soil and into the s…
Lightening Look at my beautiful sky so incand… Peer into my chaotic home in the s… My passion moving from top to bott… Exceeding the outer limits of velo…
The old man sat alone in his room at the nursing home listening to the radio. He tried to find a station that played his favorite kind of music, but couldn’t find one. All he heard wa...
Sympathy Pain is a story of Its own private hell The Devil’s own drama Has too much to tell
From cathedrals up in the celestia… Home of the divine and truly wise, Mothers come to be from amity soug… Just in time as the brothers fough… Riding in on rainbows to quell the…
Oh Divine Music Oh sweet divine music You speak to me With your exotic chants You leave me bewildered
Maturity of thought is like the thickening of the shell that keeps on binding the spirit until all freedom of imagination is locked inside and looking to find its way out. When we are ...
The revival of love once bestowed in the hearts of the devoted, the teachers with the seed still growing in their being,
The mighty one who caused the destruction of the once proud city, sat on a pile of rubble, meditating upon his rise to infamy. The paltry pillars that once supported magnificent palace...
Those strong arms of Mother Natur… That pull you into the heat of lif… Those pulsations of the hungry hea… That drive you to the threshold of… Those sublime rhythms of the spiri…
Poetry angel with her teary eyes Her persuasive wings and tender si… Her stormy sea and melodious rainb… Her thorny peaks and gradual knoll… Her arms of satin and face of blis…
Woman of the flaming darkness With torches on the door Of her gilded cave With roses sweetening the air, She of mesmerizing eyes, glossy th…
That Glorious Work The work of salvation, that Most glorious work of God, is That eternal mirror that reflects In its grandest manner,