Flying up high higher than the sil… the sky up over the hills and bust… I come to see the mountain carpets… the plush green mountains waiting… I look down while fantasies roam t…
Hail to the triumphant weed, a humanoid brain inside a botanica… a prisoner inside a cell made of f… with a plan to escape through the… pass the guards and out into the o…
The uncharted path to the Gods ab… Syncopated rhythm of fraternal lov… Brothers of unity bringing heaven… Where zealous spirits play and roa… Drums of passion kiss the feet of…
The Encounter Two souls coming together One in need and one fulfilled In need of what the Other has to give
Steam Your sensual moves, your massive p… Your primal sorcery, your sunken t… Your steamy stories at nature’s pl… Rising from the north going southw…
A real scorching, one hundred degr… July afternoons, no air, no breeze… Summer heat and sizzling afternoon… Dried up earth and orange colored… Brown grasses and melancholy leave…
In praise of mankind the beautiful… the flesh and bones and wit, the development of all the parts, the creation from the high superio… the plan drawn up
Knowledge patiently waits At the apotheosis of revelations, To lend its mind and then send us Further along the path of the soul… Infinite secrets lie silently in o…
Muscling in on nature’s rage, her black clouds, pelting rains, turbulent waters, infernal playgro… the sun slices through the clouds from its prudent conspiring
The Kiss of Summer I long for its tender touch A daring escape from winter’s clut… Green fields and swaying barleys Its sultry breath and cooling seas
Electric slave, the faithful assistant, the switch on the wall, the turning on the switch from the hand of the taskmaster,
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 ...
My apologies run through the veins of sincerity, those once empty portals that you filled with pure love, and I polluted them with indifference. I was preoccupied with women that I cou...
Through the Rough Thickets and bushes with darkness… The road ahead, a discouraging jou… Moving forth without looking where… His visions locked in his stout-he…
The Talking Tympani “My head hurts when you Beat me up so much With your constant pounding The next time you use me,