Purification To life in its swirling masses And answers still in hiding From pure springs and sacred homes A life emerged, swathed in innocen…
A hard fought game is comprised of winners; those who play up to their potential. They have confidence, self-esteem, and ambition. Even the losers are winners, in order for the game t...
Come and tunnel from the light into the dark, the avenue to the sea of deep secr… past the smiles and heavy drapes, the yeses, the noes, the indecisiv…
Stupid Cupid, what did you do? You hit the wrong target. You bro… You matched up a fat lady with a s… a hellifide grandma with a juvenil… a loud mouthed windbag with a quie…
Trumpeter Castles and courtyards, manicured… Trumpeting in the arrival of kingl… A hymn to the light of morning’s d… Of waking forests and morning glor…
Up near where the heavens join the… In lofted oceans as white silhouet… Some say the clouds, but I say th… Playing in the air as long as heav… The cream of the skies at the top…
“Hark thou bedridden Forsythia. ’… You, so peaceful and contented; ’… You have been asleep for quite som… It is time for you to start your y… The rays of the sun have loosened…
The pulse of summer gets old and w… from the climbing up high to Aesta… our Autumn Goddess sporting her f… with her limbs all smothered in a… She kisses goodbye to the proud st…
Pockets with pants hanging on them Pants with talking pockets all aro… Talking pockets that laugh at your… Pockets with many laughs and arms Arms that gather up the pockets
Life and death are games he plays, A brush with both on numbered days… Adrenalin surges like the rushing… Pelting the earth and her sons and… Death is far away out there yet so…
All relations, sons, and daughters… The tired, weary, and lonely wande… Come back home and share with us, Your troubles, needs, and plans di… Thanksgiving Day, our reunion tim…
Dance so softly as in a feathered… with airy singers in a heavenly ch… to the morning mist and perky sham… primitive gardens in bloom and lil… jumping in wild formations out of…
The Rose A rose in all its splendor ‘Tis a sight I shall remember An ode to all God’s handiwork Rising clear above the murk
The bar up in the highest highland… where perfection earned its keep with its gold medals glistening in… and its feet entrenched in pride, the pride of wisdom earned
Pillars of soft green emeralds ris… Like solidified columns of sweet i… From darkness, moving into the lig… Night into day, obscurity into pro… Mother Nature’s busy network neve…