The thawing of the restless snows, High up where the north wind blows… Under aerial blankets in the deepe… Where the currents warm and eagles… The transition of the seasons begi…
Scalpels, the knives of the physic… the ruler of life and death, the good of the pain inflicted, the pathway to future’s well-being… the agony before the euphoria,
My arms and legs were tied. The bindings bridled my imaginatio… My feet were glued to familiar gro… My envious home had copious window… I could see freedom leaping over t…
Mountain crests sit upon their thr… As kings and tyrants rule from the… Dictators dictate the way of the w… Around and about as the winding be… As lieges travel the mountains on…
This poet lives in the world but i… aware of the trauma but not caught… free to choose his own world and d… free to choose how deep to plunge into his observations,
Misinterpretations Counselors, in your noble position With your applications from your l… And your pillars entrenched in the… The lore that you amassed through…
Little Boy Lost I’m a little boy lost in a manly b… Who dreams of courage and manly fe… Too fearful to venture away from h… Comes a time to catch up to life
Orchestral string players, devoted… placing it in high regard, lovers of teamwork, fraternal harm… one music family undivided, each supported by the other,
As the sentence calls for the prop… Poets make up words like shumber s… As the story sits and waits to mov… Poets laugh and play with words in… They run into the fire
What a game last night! Yes, miracles do happen. The Seahawks are the Super Bowl Champions for the second time in a row. Down 28 to 24 with 2 seconds to go in the game, Russell Wilso...
Culture, that place in the mind, Where beauty and excellence abode, Where God lifts us up to find and… Where we find peace in the lifting… The peace that we didn’t know we h…
The need to employ the talent with… with the team losing 101 to 99, time for the last minute three poi… the summoning to the arsenal deep… the reaching down to the idle engi…
Devil woman of today and yesterday… climbing out of swamps and morbid… out of sinister pits and diabolic… moving full steam ahead with her c… leaving a trail of perfume and exo…
It was a dreary day in the little village by the river. Doom was written in the ugly gray clouds that shrouded the mountain peaks. The cold mist was circling about, and the wind was d...
That Killing Passion Cast your dreams aside young man When love becomes a dead end avenu… Nothing to keep your heart on cour… Nothing to bring you to sacred hom…