Skirts and money in their rising. The bigger the pile, the higher the skirt. The higher the skirt,

Life in the fast lane, full speed ahead, as gazelles leap over time, cheetahs outrun the thunder. We bulldoze through iron walls,

The out of bounds reaching The running from a common place with common thoughts in place A domesticated madness in bloom A freedom song with a girded voice

The architect of sound With his soft, soothing, rapid han… Reaching out into the mystic air, Transporting music on a sacred jou… A pilgrimage to a sacred pleasure…

Mt. Carmel Funeral Home, The final resting place for your l… In a mansion beside a murmuring br… With a tall iron gate at the entra… With ivy climbing up the stone wal…

The air was air and the breath was… The skies were blue and the mornin… Walks in early summer, so invigora… ‘Til the soup came and spoiled eve… Air’s so thick, so slow, so lazy.

Internal powder kegs, aggression packed up inside ready to explode as it claws at the walls to come out and be heard,

Here they are again. Those words keep coming at me. They hide in my sub-consciousness ready to flood my being like a monsoon. After all those years in captivity, I opened the way for ...

Tommy Boy out there with the wolv… amid the battle fields and horses’… bloody banners and razor teeth, volcanic breath and hell fire neat… prancing stallions about the dusty…

All systems spent and muscles sore… The end is on nigh at half past fo… An upward climb took every ounce, Sweat upon sweat upon grueling pou… Fifth set tie breakers arrive too…

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 Submission Love came to me with its strange p… It rattled my bones as it moved Over me, around me, and through me No longer am I the mighty one alo…