Where there is no place to look up… As if heaven was a vast wasteland, An abyss alone in the darkness, The only place to go to, The only place that comforts the m…
Poor old George was sitting in front of his hand-me-down worn out television set in his seedy hotel room, salivating over the advertisement, “Buy this beautiful brand new Mercedes Benz ...
In a Fish Bowl Swimming around in a fish bowl To and fro with the greatest of ea… Oblivious to onlookers on the outs… Cool and collected, too simple to…
Air and melody a potpourri of soun… a mixture of sweetness all around of jasmine permeating the absorben… and melody running through an earn… melodious psalms in harmony with t…
Fragments of lower heaven flying i… from the attic of the upward skies… ivory chunks of feathery velvet da… with the December winds in rhythm with the overbearing bre…
Thalia, Euterpe, and Terpsishore, three naughty mythical muses, conspiring at liberty, having fun with my mind, making me dance at funerals,
Love’s religion is of the highest order with no labels attached; no isms, no envy, and no intelligence that interferes with that deep feeling rooted from a love of all things, a cleavin...
Noisic Big business with their swollen he… Touching purity with their greedy… Dressing up the music in ten dolla… Evaluating quality by popular sent…
From the pacific skies comes the f… in the mystic winds from an outwar… from a bursting star in the night-… rocks catch on fire, break loose,… Lava cools down and splits into pi…
Up near where the heavens join the… In lofted oceans as white silhouet… Some say the clouds, but I say th… Playing in the air as long as heav… The cream of the skies at the top…
Under the seen and known as the familiar loses its identity… when the sea was called the sea, where the mood of the waters emote… as they dance with the wind and ti…
Up to the soaring eagle and back down to the minuscule sea below, site of wiry lines inching forth before its eyes, smiling at the sun and
Stumbling through the darkness I moved with no eyes, no arms, no ears, just a distant memory of objects in deep thought,
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…
Gertrude my main girl who laughs at all my jokes, assembles her friends dressed up in brown coats. They roll on the floor