Words come as easy as the rain, Landing on gold and silver tongues… Finding fissures in the anxious sk… Traveling along the corridors of t… Speaking in the language of the sp…

Pockets with pants hanging on them Pants with talking pockets all aro… Talking pockets that laugh at your… Pockets with many laughs and arms Arms that gather up the pockets

Runaway Sam with a runaway plan, A gift for the ladies with a weddi… A hawker and a talker and a smooth… Never worked a day, a greater labo… Into bank accounts of the ladies s…

When the music is a runaway horse, and the frantic pulses run their c… and the nerves jump out of their h… as the frantic fires heat up the c… and the music loses its poetic cha…

The Observer Oh to look and not be seen Behind walls and forest green The secret journey of the wind An account of how and where it’s b…

In my hours of deep sleep last night, my dreams sped toward me like a vivid saga that stormed into my being and kicked into my divine faith. There were two Gods, the familiar one of the...

Qualifications for Presidency: He who does nothing for himself bu… causes everything to be done; he who is provident and acts upon… he who has the charisma to win

Gravitation Your eyes that grabbed a hold of m… Casting nets into an open sea Blowing kisses like the wind in th… Like roving zephyrs and softened g…

Power supreme and power of a sigh, power of the tides and of the wind that moves the waves, and power that pushes beauty through the fissures of the skin

Sun of morning’s dimly lit behind perforated canopies of faded red and diluted orange metal clouds of brownish purple rising from the tombs of the earth

Sanitation man of such great worth… Keeping clean her yards of Mother… From your battling through the win… Beauty abounds o’er hill and plain… Surgeons and scientists and states…

My oh my, how my smart phone grew, that cute wittle plastic thing in the window, stuffed inside a dainty pink case, that called out to me when I passed by, “Please buy me and take me ho...

The pure the wild of passion’s bl… waters of the Styx and the child a… paradise lost and something new lost in the heat of the witch’s br… charging buffalos and lambs united

Maestro With your baton you Blend colors with colors and Moods with moods You pull rainbows out of the

After Mr. Roughbottom arose from his night’s sleep, he noticed that his feet were pointed in the wrong direction. When he meant to walk over to the bathroom, he ended up in the closet. ...