Beakman with the big big nose, a hose nose that grows and grows, A shnoz that reaches to the limits… a sneezing louder than Mrs. Timit… an echo heard around the world,
Sound the bugle for Master Sun. Arise ye grasses 'til day is done. Sleep is over. ’Tis time to toil. Spread thy wings 'til the twilight… Fly across the sky with eyes affix…
Big mountains, tempest fury, big mouth, power empowering, pounding flesh, uprooting trees, black sun rising, dusty rain, flocks of geese out of cadence,
Fragile shoots from tender floweri… from father vines and mother’s mil… rise up on unsteady legs to find the way and kiss the sun, stretching out into fruited vineya…
Mother Nature, mother of the eart… Tears of the sun, milk at the birt… Heroine of the forest, of silent r… A gentle stirring, a cordial breez… Arms of the angels, hands of the e…
Aggression under control is a force confined. If it runs freely it is a force that defies all limitations, leading to the rise of violence. It seeps into the adrenal glands like a sold...
Breakaway me lad, to places unknow… Out there where the wilds call for… Let your words wander like a lazy… With an easy drifting through the… Words are words in need of dressin…
The mystery of the unknown Some hidden and some shown Some behind perforated walls Dressed in satin as beauty calls Calculated gestures and moving par…
Her Celestial Voice I heard the language of the Gods As if through melodious goldenrods Songs of lament, joyful, and pure Then life became an exotic overtur…
Far into the beyond and then beyon… Where the imagination is the eyes, Prudence the brains, And courage the heart, We plan each step along the way,
“Power, that wild beast that can rule with reckless abandonment is invested in me. My conscience won’t let me be corrupted by it. I know what it can do to those who abuse it. To disp...
You must strive to hear more clearly the voice of the soul that separates that which is popular from that which is true beauty in itself. Popularity is the culmination of influential s...
Ah, the passion of the throbbing r… The heated waltz with a flaming bl… The crying guitars and bleeding fi… The busy feet and the song that li… The intensive eyes and the look of…
From a family of a trillion plus s… from zealous tears into the dews o… the nervous clouds about in the lo… an assembly of the spirits as the… fragments ascending from the eyes…
Mother Nature is a kind old lady, but sometimes not. Sometimes she creates beautiful faces and statures and bestows them on people whether they deserve it or not. She usually favors the...