From a cozy sitting atop the froze… ‘Til a compliant drifting to an up… The man called the sun grows ever… Closing winter’s doors as the days… On a mission of clemency of a hero…
The Gate Who shall ever pass through it, fo… Though it is sometimes not, it is… It breathes bitter sweet air Life with its ever changing moods
Her eyes at the end of the tunnel, her beacon that shows the way out, out of the darkness that dimmed th… an alluring light that reaches to… a flame that warms up their outer…
The foot of the leg of the body The foot under the soil of the ear… The stubborn oak tree The entrenchment in the steadfast… The roots on the way to the core
The sweet winds of ambrosia blew t… given birth in the rose gardens fr… The winds from mounds of roses pil… muted my speech and became to me j… I captured the aroma of heaven ins…
Millie the Maggot Oh how I love my maggot collectio… I sing lullabies to put them to sl… It’s fun to watch them slither aro… They look so sexy as they move
Behold the equinox as the sun retu… To ease the anxiety and prevailing… Dressed up in its finest vernal at… Moving with the speed of a skyward… Looking down at the cold earth bel…
Verbal Reprisals Volcanoes, weaponry stilled by the… Sound asleep in the bowels of the… Isolated from the turmoil of civil… Smiling with the silence of the se…
In the Beginning God placed two lovers at arm’s len… With heated blood and a mustered s… In the gleaming of my father’s eye The angels strummed a lover’s lull…
High above the highest mount, the temple of morality glistens in the sun as its defiant voices echo through the valleys. Humanity smiles at humanity and wipes away its tears while the ...
Young love she brought back for ev… with her wrinkly skin turned silky… her impassive eyes turned to passi… her tranquil heart turned to turbu… her retired mind full of sexual de…
An ode to affinity, and ode to its… Its powers relentless, its voices… As two strangers arrive at love’s… Together under the spell of a myst… The magic of attraction and how it…
As I sit suspended above the mountains, I can look down and reflect on what went wrong. The year 3000 was a very prosperous one. With the population growth under control, there was pl...
Soft water like silken arms in harmony to a mother’s lullaby, a drifting on a lazy river, an easy ride in a quiet sanctuary, a listening to the melodic birds,
Grudgeman plodding up the hill under the weight of a lifelong grudge with a shooting pain in his aching back,