The magic of the night before the morning fog rolled in, sorcerers at work with their hands in the supernatural, the conversion of the trees

A rough and winding road With potholes and debris, With a haunting of the past, With an evil act still remembered, With retaliation and payback

I See it Coming A hundred yards out at sea A sight to behold, a perfect wave It grows two fold and looms above A mountain of granite as it may se…

Easy quiet waters in their lazy si… their glassy faces and proud elega… with power in mind but power gradu… a glorious ride and a new pathway… as a song composed on the way up t…

Secrets stored inside as the seaso… a silent knowing of the roving sun… encased in an armor of iron and wo… in rigid vaults to the weather wit… secrets of the rising from low to…

All reverence to the sun and rain without a mind, without a name, muted worship in fullness attendin… flowers stand erect with no bendin… praying in silence but hearts out…

Over the coals and through the woo… Went he, in the days of an enchant… When her skirts went up, so did he… Drowning in her smiles and every m… Entering her dreams when she slept…

Aggression is a paradox of good and evil with each seeking dominance in the soul of man. The good builds up society and the evil tears it down. It is the eternal energetic force in the ...

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…

The Dictionary Said: “A strong amorous feeling or desir… I read what the word passion meant… My lover at the Heat of the moment said:

Half human, half beast, living in the soul of man with six claws, two paws, two hands, ten fingers, protruding fangs, pearly teeth,

Child of teachers of teachers from generations afore, teachers with only survival of the fittest on their sordid minds, lessons taught and lessons learned…

Religion tames the savage beast in man and pulls on the reins of aggression. Without it, civilization would not exist. As long as the spirit of God reigns in the soul, man has his sava...

For your unseen valleys and banks, lofted currents and sparkling wate… darting between the emerald rocks, we dream of streams close enough to dip our feet in and chase away