The man of courage, honor, and dut… who knew his place in the wicked w… my martyred friend who went to war… who saw the love of freedom in my… and the fear of death in my eyes,
Faces They attract with their beauty They draw attention to the surface They bring life to the lifeless They control prejudgment
My sweet wonderful work hails me from my slumbering hours. To me it is like a beautiful wife in need of me to be at her side. It stirs my passion where that is the only place I would ...
The rich man said; “For Christmas I got a new car. The drunkard said; “I spent all the money I got on drink.” The wise man said; “My friends gathered at my house to exchange presents ...
The Wisdom of Motion It is the way of the wind It dances with the leaves It carries secrets of the skies And the lore of the forest
Summer’s tears fall upon the leave… And lay in fear of the autumn bree… That ushers in the cool nights, Performing such early October rit… Of turning the leaves to yellow an…
Of your place above we stand in aw… of the secrets stored within you. Our faces feel the wind and our mi… thirst to see it and find the caus… Thy coffer overflows in us as we
That one fleeting moment after being struck by someone else doesn’t allow reasoning enough time to settle in and become influential. Retaliation is that blind instinct that takes over ...
Woman of the flaming darkness With torches on the door Of her gilded cave With roses sweetening the air, She of mesmerizing eyes, glossy th…
That Silver Sun Lo behold, up high when day is don… I can look deep into the heart of… The blazing fire that came from it… Must be a smoldering amber traveli…
Close to the sound I long to be where I can touch and feel the music’s pulse
Cool waters in the yards of Neptu… are far, far away from the searing heat of the sun, sleeping in the arms of winter’s h… smoothing out the oceanic highways
Exoteric Eyes Surface flashing with glitter and… Bright lights gleaming through the… Blue moons floating and kissing th… Beauty showering the hills with go…
High above and below mid sky in the lower heavens from up high where witches gather and conspire, congregations of satanic disciples… the clashing of the hot and cold,
Stretching out over one million, six hundred seventy four thousand, two hundred thirty six, and three quarter miles, my sentence grew tired, because of all the words that were inserted ...