I vow not to give up on life. Through the years, my body will tire; but my spirit will be like a seeded field in midwinter that dreams of running brooks and flowering valleys. I will ...
Visions Ahead Like the squirrels and too the bir… All God’s creatures of countless… Acting out of their natural instin… To finish the task and keep in syn…
Music and sound the closer the pur… When heaven is on nigh le grand am… Beauty fades twisting around corne… Through currents and stolid transf… No bending, no shedding, just stra…
I see you dancing in the river beds, winding around the rocks, carrying all that you amassed on your journey down the mountain. While I stand among the tides I can feel you wrapping yo...
In the world outside the wolves ru… free to hunt and kill on Savage I… where God is God and wolves are w… out to kill as the food chain move… Civilization is in the taming yet…
Something beautiful, something grand of an iridescent image, rose colored morns drifting through
Not there but there so mighty, We gaze into nothing but yet every… The invisible that becomes the inc… The powerless but yet the powerful… The obscure but yet the obvious,
‘Tis finished but not finished, settled but not settled, stretching upon miles of shifting… a breaking down for a rebuilding, of plateaus reached
Soaring high and higher, one step over the fields of death, gossamer clouds with wings of whit… the Olympic man on his Olympic sk… looks down at the valleys below,
Since God is responsible for giving me a talent, I feel like it is my duty to worship and thank him. He also gave me the ability to find it within me. Since I am at liberty to exercise ...
Golden arches with rose covered ar… adorning the entrance to the guard… that are kept inside the ancient t… that align the shelves in the room… of the prophets and the sages
Loving disciples of the holy order below the bottom of the empyrean where reverence is not yet reveren… where demonic angels set out to ru… where the clouds are teetering on
The Final Stanza My heart and soul laid out for the… Each word is a wind blown pollen It searched for me through sharp t… It landed in my empty dreams of yo…
Poets of the real and of the other… with reality rolled up inside to b… reach out to let the other world c… and feel it creeping through the f… into the rivers of his heart and a…
Fiery red carpets in the dawn of d… Light as feathers and the rising a… Hang high up in the luxurious sky. Daughters of the sun clad in Yellow chiffons,