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Journeymen up high in the ranking, high up in the sacred skies, well schooled and able bodied, living in a busy atmosphere, in the hub of the air
The Storm Easy skies with their feeble smile… Are hunting grounds for me to roam I laugh as I raise my mighty swor… At Mother Earth down there, my vi…
“I was here before the spirit moved across the waters, before the inundation of the sun, before man emerged from the ashes, and before everything came to be. From solid rock I was made ...
Of love and the desire to keep it, To chain it to your heart And call it your own, To reach out into the free air And disrupt the flowing,
“It’s off to the gallows, I go, I… Hip, hip hooray, what a wonderful… What a beautiful looking crossbar… The same color as my polka-dot shi… Don’t want to go out with the wron…
White puffy clouds basking in the… sleeping in their cozy nooks, floating in the azure skies, basking in the rays of the sun, meditating on pure thoughts
Granny Baby Grams is kickin’ ass out there In the red hot universe. She movin’ on up with the speed of… She’s jumpin’ in the clouds up hig…
As we were plowing the fields getting ready for the planting, the earth was obliging by keeping her angry clouds at bay. Mother Nature allowed us to continue our work. We had close to...
The Little Warrior He put down his toys for a rifle Given to him from a rebel To the little boy who didn’t care What regime overthrows what regime
We brace ourselves for October’s… When warm nights dwindle down to a… Frosty nights will be here again ‘Cause winter is coming around the… The dews of autumn no longer as of…
Two lovers on skates, music weavers weaving into one, one dream, one ballade, one sunset… one rhapsody, one song, one space, soaring, upward lifting,
The sweet winds of ambrosia blew t… given birth in the rose gardens fr… The winds from mounds of roses pil… muted my speech and became to me j… I captured the aroma of heaven ins…
From the ground I looked up and s… A colossal Ferris wheel touching… Daring me to come aboard and ride. I got on as I swallowed my poundi… My inner voice telling me to abort…
Reality is the independent existen… of something apart from another th… that derives from ideas concerning… The truth of something stands alon… and needs nothing more to define i…
Behold, a green monster up ahead, Hiding in caves and in your dreams… Looking for the right time to come… A wish come true, where affluence… That illusive monster with slipper…