A hard fought game is comprised of winners; those who play up to their potential. They have confidence, self-esteem, and ambition. Even the losers are winners, in order for the game t...
The language of the birds The sound getting imitated The imitation getting humanized The humanized getting familiarized The familiarized getting melodious
She sits alone watching people as they laugh and share their pleasure with each other. Her sad eyes tell a story of her loneliness; of how she longs for a friend to share her bottled u...
Combat ready, the call of the wild… Restless souls under tranquil smil… Looking for a way out of quiet she… Hear distant calls from the tollin… “Tis time to act upon thy hostile…
Hands on air below and hands on hi… seen by seers but not the eye, relevant to the air but not the fe… touching but not touching, lost between magnetic poles,
Bouncing, rolling, crashing on the… Lamborghini cars bouncing off clif… sports superstars throwing, blowin… looking at the fires at the bottom… with money to burn and things to d…
Visions Ahead Like the squirrels and too the bir… All God’s creatures of countless… Acting out of their natural instin… To finish the task and keep in syn…
The song of the bagpipes cuts thro… over the moors and hills with an I… songs of the battles and songs of… songs that make me get up and danc… How can I deny that music does th…
Music evolves like the seasons. What was wrong back in the nineteenth century is now right. Certain melodies and chord progressions changed to enhance the sound. Debussy took the m...
Mother Nature was kind to us this early spring. She, our giver and sustainer of life, smiled at us through the sun and shed her warm tears on the shivering soil, enough to vitalize the...
Rescued As I reached the top of the mount… As I look down the hill where I h… The closer I am to God’s Kingdom…
At home in the eyes of the sun spume of fire storming out from ev… hanging in the crispy skies o’er s… forest and meadows, wood and stran… looking over the forest with its h…
My arms and legs were tied. The bindings bridled my imaginatio… My feet were glued to familiar gro… My envious home had copious window… I could see freedom leaping over t…
Passion maxima, full speed ahead, through the gate and to the thunde… the beauty of the whimsical rhythm… the fleeting showers of the lightn… the fiery teeth of the beast on di…
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…