The Grind Two minute drill up ahead we must… Every inch and every yard we must… Time to start clawing at six point… We dig our cleats in the rain soak…
Silent waters with mobile desires, beset with a nomadic spirit, trapped inside the river banks, buried in ancient catacombs, prisoners of the quiet earth,
Culture, that place in the mind, Where beauty and excellence abode, Where God lifts us up to find and… Where we find peace in the lifting… The peace that we didn’t know we h…
The Honeymoon Hidden secrets come into view Life revitalized and begins anew Pleasure waits through rose colore… Life is lustrous star-like flashes
Love Devils They spin their webs in the name o… For the lonely down below and up a… With a face like Venus and a hear… They steal your heart then head fo…
Up high on the stage, Where hours melt into minutes, And minutes into seconds, And seconds into nothing, Where music eats up time
Far Above it All The higher I roamed above the ear… The more it became a romantic drea… Its jagged mountain peaks Softened under my poetic eyes
September’s Symphony Warm days and cool nights Cricket songs and soaring kites Mating rituals and nature’s walk Bringing summer to a teary halt
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…
Some mothers try to break loose but can’t, even if they rebel against the laws of intuition that are branded into their being. The bonding with the sinewy fibers of supreme thought tie ...
Beauty up front and beauty inside Where beacons of gilded chasms res… Inner strength and fragile sentime… Battle fit and penetrable armament… Brazen rainbows and feeble skies
That tempest in her churning her dark gray contorted face her razor teeth digging into the s… those scowling eyes of steel that swastika burned into her neck
Come Ride With Me I am of the amusing sort With children all around They say I am a dreamer So I guess I have to agree
Winter’s vespers in mobile cathedr… That drift in the snow filled skie… Psalms of praise at season’s end, Mother Nature’s eternal blessings Wrapping up Winter’s silent litur…
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