Touchdown One last drive is all we got When our battle ends, so well we f… We arose from volcanoes through al… Strewing fire like swarming maniac…
The far beneath and far inside, a million fathoms and a million mi… the home of the abyss, the nothing seen but everything valued,
The musician sat in his dressing room, crying like a baby. His emotions were spent as they had run through his body with no mercy at all. They had devoured him like the God’s of music...
Songbird of unknown rhapsodies, Genius up high of the highest degr… Calling to your mates in yonder fi… To the tune of primitive melodious… Authors of music of elaborate comp…
One of my favorite musical compositions is Stravinsky’s “Firebird,” written for a ballet in 1910. I can imagine what it is about by listening to the music and letting it take me on a jo...
The snows of winter have come and… Enough is enough of that tired old… That whistling through the empty b… As if dreams stood still in their… Summer is that freshening of the s…
Into the power, that relentless pu… That rides with the wind and noble… Out from the mouth of the Almight… With fists of velvet and saintly d… Beyond the forests and over the tr…
Arise all ye fainthearted. The World is yours. You deserve it. Stand up against oppression, that menacing insecure bully that threatens your well-being. You have as much right to en...
Down in the Dark From heavenly smiles and angelic h… From thoughts that grow in sacred… From white sands that glisten in t… Down cryptic hallways to that wick…
A travel from the home of sound, As quiet as a place inside the wom… From a stirring of the listless ti… A quiet thunder into a sweeter air… A note plucked on a string of the…
“I’m the foremost beautiful sight as early spring-time comes to ligh… My yellow buds are so very elegant as I appear for the season I repr… I’m the most loved one of all the…
Idleness, that dreaded disease of… When all else is a gathering of la… Who sow the seeds and reap the har… And bind themselves to love’s requ… To work through love is love made…
The top of the mountain looked like a colossal saint wreathed in silk as it pointed the way to heaven. As we stood at the base, I could imagine what a spectacular view it must be from ...
Passing through salivating lips, life’s sustaining ingredients move toward them to be processed. Rivers flow into them and lose their identity as they disappear into larger bodies. Wo...
The game was not a game but an all and out war between two fierce rivals. They were not players out on the court but warriors testing each other’s strength and durability. Basketball is...