Nestled between two mountains, there is a quiet little village called Silver Springs. Everybody knew everybody, except for one strange man who never went outside of his house. He peak...

Millie the Maggot Oh how I love my maggot collectio… I sing lullabies to put them to sl… It’s fun to watch them slither aro… They look so sexy as they move

Positioned down under an eagle’s f… On the ground but yet a lofted sig… High upon a mountain top as upward… The finishing touch completes a wi… The snow capped peaks among the az…

Propheteers They rise up through desecrated cr… From schools so cold as winter’s f… Wearing fancy garb and wayward tru… Looking for empty souls with virgi…

Some leprechauns are smart and some aren’t. Some will bury their gold and forget to cover up the hole. Some will trade ten gold coins

Gardens of ancient years, of seasonal endurance, of high intelligence and low mentality, of humble charity

Fire and Ice Take cover all ye men of the cloth Or take your swords into a heated… Religion has grown into a giant dr… Firing at temples, mosques, and ca…

Of beauty cast out in the mystic s… of music with wings and whiter lac… a ballad above the clouds in a lig… rolling with the motion of the sur… sweet music from the pipes of the…

Woman of the flaming darkness With torches on the door Of her gilded cave With roses sweetening the air, She of mesmerizing eyes, glossy th…

Sweet air, oh thou hast come to me… Reaching through the air with the… With your alluring smiles and sain… Running with your loving arms exte… Showering me with sweet rose petal…

What a game last night! Yes, miracles do happen. The Seahawks are the Super Bowl Champions for the second time in a row. Down 28 to 24 with 2 seconds to go in the game, Russell Wilso...

The Touching Vibrations from magic sources Traveling along exotic courses Strange but akin to nature’s way The rites of love, as angels play

Man of ardor and man of song, Man of iron and man of velvet, Who throws his heart and soul, Loves and hates, arms and legs Into the storied depths of the son…

One tier alone in the night, an empty heart and empty cry, A soloed walk in the romantic air, a music without the sweetness, without tiers piling up in layers,