Windows The vibrant language of the soul Words silenced and moods revealed Portals blocked but yet still open Eyes are windows to the soul
The Waking Hours Sleep, our climb into the upward a… Inside silky wings that take us th… That wrap around our earthly torso… With eyes that reach into our mind…
Oh sweet, sweet sugar and spice, Oh that sensual feeling, That other world of instant pleasu… Those energizing angel fingers With smooth, creamy tips,
My unknown of me, my blood rivers winding around and through my body… divine sources, anointed by the Grace of God, rivers soiled from the pure,
The beauty of the veil and frontal… Of moral manner and saintliness al… A shining, a glowing, an aura of p… A look into heaven and further hea… A look into the knighting of the b…
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
As the inhabitants of one little village were dying one after another from a mysterious virus, there seemed to be no hope for a cure and prevention for this disease. One morning as the ...
The deeper that sorrow carves into our being, the more room is made available for joy to settle in. Through suffering comes the highest joy. Only vines transplanted from Gethsemane ca...
Every day, the boy sat at his desk in school, too ashamed of himself to lift his head up. His teacher tried to cheer him up, but it didn’t work. He was just miserable. His classmates...
Poor house utopia; a contentment arising from the house built in the soul that determines how many goods are still desired and what are enough. Satisfaction comes from the result of tha...
Water, dews of heaven, of sacred c… of ancient origins, pliant cathedr… sympathetic hearts, observant eyes… mother of the weeping meadows, heroine of the parched fields,
The spirit within, that sacred pla… Secrets of heaven, written upon th… Where beauty and knowledge avail t… To whom shall seek, ringing in the… “I am those words thrown away on p…
Eyes I am a book with no ending That reveals and narrates Told with countless words Silent to the mind but
Forestial symposiums, subjects conferred, musical conversing, private jargon, words not wasted,
Combat ready, the call of the wild… Restless souls under tranquil smil… Looking for a way out of quiet she… Hear distant calls from the tollin… “Tis time to act upon thy hostile…