As butterflies change form from a caterpillar to a butterfly in a metamorphic manner, smiles change to accommodate the circumstances in a mental, obligatory manner. At birth, the infant...
When the skin feels like a searing… When nature caters to the devil’s… When the cool down feels like year… We’d sell our souls for a cold wat… To feel that soothing coldness on…
Waterfall of a perilous beauty, of pastel wings and thorns about, angel abodes with demonic doors, living water falling down from deadly currents breathing life int…
“We welcome you brother sun so fai… Your warming smiles and soothing a… Against our skin and barren limbs, From sacred skies and hallowed hym… Of angel choirs singing winter’s l…
Dear God. Respect and persevering love prolong the sensation of joy as they remain in the souls of lovers and loved ones. They strengthen the bond that love needs to flourish in. Eve...
Dancer on a Cloud Step by step as Light as a feather Suspended by air The highway to outer space
Of chordal blending and potent sac… and jasmine sprewing into music fi… heaven sinking down into earthen p… into melodious gardens as harmonic… earth and sky mingling with each o…
Data in disguise, covered up with a thick haze, born in reality on solid rock in the essence of truth but truth dressed up in flamboyant costumes,
Take a deep breath. Forget your anxieties. Lie still and hear the silence. Listen to the rhythm of the birds. Make up songs to sing with them.
Deep crimson wings drifting in the… As heaven looks down with its lovi… At one lover alone and one heart i… Acting in compliance to fill that… Found a young maiden of twenty lon…
Paradise of the senses, yea I hav… With its golden streets winding al… A wandering through to escape my b… One more quest to complete my life… Paradise of the senses, a thrillin…
The Stillness As If life had stopped Busy busy in its clamoring As if all voices were muted Except the moaning from the tombs
“Technology, you little baby, you, the inferior one who looks up to me, your superior, the one who knows your secrets, who can out smart everything you d…
My hat, my own, My possession, my slave, My rain repellentthinger, My object, my dummy, My lumpa’ felt, felted lump,
The Voice of nature is part of me, but yet, far away. It answers what ten thousand books strive to say, but oblivious to what is written on the pages. The birds measure the intervals ...