The air of the Almighty, the breath of the unseen from the deep beyond, the emptiness yet relevant, an earthly transformation
Batter up to the plate he comes to… chewing tobacco as to the ground h… staring at the pitcher with intrep… his confidence moved up and up on… Strike one on the outside corner o…
The old woman was sweeping her floor that was covered in dirt from the blown-out walls from the bombs that struck her apartment building. Her morning chores were still the same as they ...
The far beneath and far inside, a million fathoms and a million mi… the home of the abyss, the nothing seen but everything valued,
Engine in my bike and engine in th… adrenalin pumping into mortal wond… and the crowds cheering as I mount… my guts all knotted up and churnin… snaky road up ahead and Grim Reap…
Arms of Evil They reach up through blazing volc… Clothed in lava and bitter spices Slithering around toward empty sou… To wrap their tails around their t…
Winter’s reign in all its glory, conquistador of the northern skies, overseer of the Snow Gods, sultan of the submissive clouds,
Nature’s unseen hands of sorcery in the throes of beauty unguarded and beauty exploited, reaching down into the arena of desire,
Claws They with their bloody claws Snorting nostrils and cunning call… Scour the earth with bulging eyes Homeward bound with a tasty prize
Rivers running wild from the infer… adrenal currents in the waters of… baptism of the unholy one, the birth of the rage of the wicke… spume of the demonic disciples,
Still water in a glassy state, a child of the immobile air, reflecting the beauty of the surrounding elements, luxuriating in the early morn,
So that sly ole’ leprechaun thought he was pulling a fast one on me, eh. He told me that the gold was buried next to one of the trees, and that he was going to tie a red ribbon around ...
The Switch Mother Nature, that cruel unforgi… Riding away with pleasure in its f… Up and over green meadows into dar… Where life lay motionless in its f…
The Delivery Love and pleasure’s creation The blossoming of a seed Planted in my quiet and Peaceful refuge
A river by name becomes no river. Its name stays engraved in the river banks, its permanent home. It loses its identity when it reached the sea