Lidmen of the highest echelon, snobs in the upper rooms thereon, commanders of the package men, make’em tough til the very end. Wrap them only for the intellectua…
Old man, you’re supposed to fade into the future with your spirits down like the summer greenery into autumn’s chilly nights. You ride your days into the next like a motion picture cowb...
For those who have fallen as the white wings of death have come to their bedside and spread their cushy wings around their lifeless bodies
Hands From the dust of the ground he aro… With appendages reaching out and Moving his body wherever he desire… Thus, he became the image of his c…
Noisic Big business with their swollen he… Touching purity with their greedy… Dressing up the music in ten dolla… Evaluating quality by popular sent…
Charging Forth Time is a conquering army That stops at nothing As it charges forth Cutting rivers
As we look up into the sky or skie… the one that belongs to us or the one high above another world, a space within a space or a land within a land,
Rain drops falling from on high, the sweat of divinity rolling down… rivers of heroism flowing to the need of the gardens below from half way heaven skies
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
The home of balladry, of the melod… the whistling trees, the flutes of the forest nymphs, the air that passes through the ke… the magic air that breaks into pie…
More than a five day’s journey out to sea and out of sight, a water in its embryonic home, in the womb of a larger sea, the mother of the lilting tides,
Revenge is a vindictive reaction to a sin committed. It rides with the adrenalin rush that envelops our being. With the same degree of wickedness that evil breathed into our spirit, w...
“I am the ruler of the bottle cap capper men. What I say goes. If you don’t like the way I fasten the caps on the bottles, you can go to hell. If you are too weak or too stupid to figur...
The Lust Of pleasure in its uncaring manner Wherever it leads it goes its way Along impulsive avenues to wicked… To destinies that smell so sweet
A Gypsy’s Song I peered through the ringing trees Covered in a crying lament A dancing exuberance, a rolling ga… A stage carved through nature’s vi…