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Classroom lore, industry’s interes… Young minds developing, Learning as much as one can grasp, Fulfilling industry’s needs for Individual and communal prosperity…
Outside Poemland where the air is cold, the trees are trees and the words are words. Inside Poemland
Frozen Eyes Twenty second century passion Love, hate, joy and sorrow All the same, staring out into spa… Faded away with the dews of heaven
Money, jets, speedsters, race cars… Fingers blazing, riffs, guitars, Tornados, hurricanes, angry storms… With piccolos screeching and waili… Restless clouds, racing ‘cross the…
Skirts and money in their rising. The bigger the pile, the higher the skirt. The higher the skirt,
Chameleon forest of ever-changing… from white to green and all the ot… change from cooler nights and shor… to blend with the climate as it sw… Vibrant golden leaves to red and t…
Like a recipe that requires certain ingredients, so does life in its understanding. In order to feel the wholeness, one must be able to feel the sum of its parts. Sorrow has as much s...
The Perils of Love While her womanly attributes begin… My lust and my passion take me wit… She’s still too young to know what… The kind that is sealed with a sea…
Museum of lofted elegance in space Formed by the sun and clouds in ha… Paintings hung on the walls of the… Filling the skies as a sacred enli… Works assembled for the poetic eye…
Human nature and Mother nature, side by side with two minds and so… the good and the evil in a heated… tries to win over in total dominat… with pleasure as the diabolic lure
To judge the whole solely by the surface is like judging the boundless universe by the appearance of the clouds. If the trees in the forest are shaken by the breath of the tempest, the ...
Braggart of the terrestrial world, the grand master of the theologian… the one whose eyes and ears collect all the drama of the earth and stuffs it in his big swollen h…
Clouded roads and misty lights along a golden highway, casting shadows upon the light of… the veil that covers up the wisdom… the mind untouched by doubt,
Everybody dreams. Some forget about them. Some try to forget but they can’t. Some are afraid of them. Some don’t know how valuable they are. Some don’t think they need to understan...
Mother’s Tears Little boy, don’t you cry Mother will kiss away the pain The angels will speak through her With a lullaby, the most beautiful