Deep down inside our soul lie two internal wills, one controlled by God and the other reinvented by man. God is the “full steam ahead one,” while man with his continual doubting, contr...
From dust to dust and poets to the… and words go down with sunken ship… Vibrating words no longer rattle t… and the prose no longer tastes tha… The tides and the moon are no long…
Dear God. If I were a soldier, this would be my prayer. Give me the strength and the courage to be a martyr like Jesus, with his soft eyes and valiant spirit. His sacrifice allowed o...
Air of relevance, air of the unsee… giver and sustainer of life, rising from the dark into prominen… the hidden authority of the winds, the hands that are there but not t…
New Years Eve is our evaluation t… to see where we are on our upward… to see how much we have done last… and what we have to do in future’s… For every step needs to be weighed…
I hope your favorite team is up fo… for victory at the very end to lay… from the opening kickoff til the v… with intrepid eyes and all the fea… Football is for winners with a win…
Eyes of a saint and eyes of a beas… So quick to turn and travel east, Her smiles of passion and heated l… The rules of the game ‘tis what th… Daughter of the earth and wily ven…
As summers fade and autumns near There’s a different kind of atmosp… Instead of watching the vineyards… We harvest the grapes before the s… And time marches on as the seasons…
Surging rivers reaching every crev… alien waters from an exotic island… hot and cold lava splashing agains… fires of love invading my being, slamming against the banks with ir…
The heavy pounding, the brutal thr… The wild strength from the bowels… The blackened clouds that swirl an… The hell the dwells inside Mother… The restlessness that dwells insid…
Sympathy Pain is a story of Its own private hell The Devil’s own drama Has too much to tell
Some leprechauns are smart and some aren’t. Some will bury their gold and forget to cover up the hole. Some will trade ten gold coins
Capricious pilots, slaves of the m… in obedience to the shifting winds… pilots at the helm of the currents… seen only by the poets and the mys… weavers of quixotic dreams and aer…
Your silent language hailed me from beyond the seas and offered me its wings above the roar of the angry waters. I heard your call though it was silent but ever so expressive. Your si...
Knowledge is a beacon shining beyond its own immediate boundaries. It sheds a light on the next stage of learning,