Music, the intoxicating smiles of beauty, steals my heart; then begins to climb into infinite spaces where my dreams have been. It is like the sweet language of my beloved that mingles...
M-m-m-m-m air of sweet, sweet heav… As Auntie Sweetooth ‘til half pas… Swings with the squirrels and drun… Breaking up the day into halves an… Home of the chocolate paradise of…
Your heart knows in silence the secrets of the boundless knowledge within you. Your mind thirsts to tap into the spacious seas that contain all thought and deeds of your past, your triv...
What war? Isn’t war a way of gaining something that you don’t have by means of force? Shouldn’t it be fought by soldiers with the intent to kill other soldiers? Shouldn’t it be isol...
Old demands aspire to be refreshed… As worn out sounds need their oxyg… Before their expiration as the mus… A fresh new avenue to answer all t… Music is beauty that needs a new f…
Poet engines in the still of the d… As the supple pistons begin to swa… Moving up and down and outward bou… Playing with the lions and goblins… Moving away but yet inside the min…
“We welcome you brother sun so fai… Your warming smiles and soothing a… Against our skin and barren limbs, From sacred skies and hallowed hym… Of angel choirs singing winter’s l…
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…
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 leaves begin to fall off the t… and the temperature drops a few de… The gridiron is cleared for the ga… and the cheering starts for the ho… From the opening kick-off until th…
A song to be sung by a select few, Those who love their labor true, Those who toil with love in their… Who work the fields 'til day depar… Alone from those who idle the day…
The perfect Christmas plan As prescribed through all the land… For the snow to fall for Santa’s… Then stay on the ground all Xmas… As friends and relatives travel ho…
Cold Cold Eyes A story dripped in blood they are Of warm days falling into the cold… Of crushing hearts into a curdling… Of devil’s bluff and winding tenta…
Red, orange, yellow, golden trumpe… Dotting hillsides under pictorial… Sounds of summer fading with the t… Keep pace with the ever changing c… Mother Nature is forever a restle…
My friend had unexpectedly gone away from the city on a business trip. On his way to the airport, he called me on his cell phone. He forgot that he had left his house unlocked and aske...