Emessaries of the Highest Kingdom… overseers of the needs of the eart… erected towers by the hands of the… as clouds inundating the languid s… with eyes that see the starving wh…
Red, orange, yellow, golden trumpe… Dotting hillsides under pictorial… Sounds of summer fading with the t… Keep pace with the ever changing c… Mother Nature is forever a restle…
Today I made my way through overgrown bushes that sprung up on the once cleared path that took me from my cave to the village that I set out to visit this morning. It was a long journ...
The devil’s brew of a perilous bea… Of nervous skies and spherical win… Of grays and blacks so deathly cha… Dancing the dance of a wayward dre… With an inner eyes that sees the c…
A fool on the fence of right and w… friendless, lonely, fatherless, longing for recognition and friend… happy to find someone to be with no matter what that person believe…
Thank God for the Louis Pasteurs of the world, for the ones with his ingenuity, a mind capable of coming up with a vaccine to eradicate
Taste Pleasure dressed up in its Sunday… Its sweet aroma climbing up Savor… Rousting the senses from their slu… Lo behold, ahead lies pleasure’s g…
As a straight line appeared before… it just laid still and rested on t… waiting for him to plunge into the… and see it as he wanted it to be. It started to breathe and bend and…
Silent Sunday is not for the silent ones; those who rely on Sunday worship to think of God. If they can’t hear about him on that day, when can they? What about the rest of the week? Is ...
Over the coals and through the woo… Went he, in the days of an enchant… When her skirts went up, so did he… Drowning in her smiles and every m… Entering her dreams when she slept…
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…
That Magic Wand There it goes again in its thrilli… Turning the ordinary into the extr… With its rallying sounds that ratt… Pointing its spears at my tedious…
Giver and sustainer of life, I honor you; you sitting in your invisible place in the skies, waiving your magic wand, slithering up the mountains, through the valleys, across the plain...
The Disillusioned Deep down where the sun shines in Through sacred halls and glossy wa… To a flattened bottom mirrored upw… The good that comes in goes back o…
The magic of the night before the morning fog rolled in, sorcerers at work with their hands in the supernatural, the conversion of the trees