The upper left hand corner of the story of life, untouched by soiled hands, of the book written by the almight… and blessed in the
Virtuoso ride in a sea of power Among the swells and troughs, Roller coasters of the quickened h… The briny waves of blue and green, Of white and silver crashing,
If only I could rule the motion a… the temperance of the skies, wrap the clouds around my mind, my… stand above the waves, the wrath, the upheaval of the underground,
Her shield is a portrait of Helen… with the power to repel all enemy… to weaken armies of stout-hearted… and melt their spears and hearts a… Her beauty is a garden that flaunt…
Opilios Over your dark wet skies we search Above the sunken ships and treasur… Our blind rudders forever turning… Navigation becomes a strayed goose…
As a flower needs a seed, charity needs an urge, a place in the heart for love to be influential; where it directs all external actions that charity requires. Religion teaches about tha...
Aberration Conversations heeded From voices inside From unknown sources From some other God
Curtains hanging on the way to the… adorned in white satin with silver… puffed up by the winds of the hot… luxuriate in the midday skies in t… in anticipation to the viewing of…
My dearest, beautiful, lovely, wonderful Thunderfoot: Happy Anniversary: I love the way the room shakes when you stomp on the floors at our house. The shaking is very rhythmic. I love t...
He was the son of a preacher. He ended up taking his own life. After his resurrection his thoughts came back to him. My smiles indicate what my true self is supposed to be like. It ...
Passion maxima, full speed ahead, through the gate and to the thunde… the beauty of the whimsical rhythm… the fleeting showers of the lightn… the fiery teeth of the beast on di…
Out of the reach of fear and despair, beyond the feel of the pain, the grasping of its evil arms around our well-being,
I am as lost as lost can be. I’m in the wilderness with my smart phone, and I don’t know how to use it. Before technology was taken to a new level by superior intelligence, my thought...
The sun in its merry old way, plays peek-a-boo around the snow capped mountain peaks. When it reveals itself, it laughs at us and holds its warmth against its own private bosom. It de...
Music at the easel with hands of satin and fingers of finesse, eyes of splendor and heart of passion,