The heavy sun is fast asleep in the forests of the dark, the legs of the day tired from their running, the lamplighter gone home
Boldly I Proceed I’m a little boy at his mother’s s… A little boy lost in a manly body Who dreams of courage and manly fe… Too fearful to venture away from h…
The ongoing battles with the welln… are the never-ending wars inside h… The inevitable attacks that never… are of the devil’s arming itself with spears and battle-axes
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
The black sun stripped naked of its flamboyant costume with its yellow glowing that paraded across the firmament and marched to the drums of the da…
Flowers come into view as nature’s trumpets, sounding the arrival of spring. Bedecked with all her exquisite gems
If the human mind were that of an ant, perseverance, that blind obedience, would become one’s natural way to achieve an end no matter how long it took, but since reasoning is in place, ...
As a straight line appeared before… it just laid still and rested on t… waiting for him to plunge into the… and see it as he wanted it to be. It started to breathe and bend and…
Intrinsic mandates from the mind o… the rules of discipline of staff a… conscience implanted, the seed of… in times of turmoil and uncertaint… a counselor that lives in caves do…
Orchestral swells to the common ma… a swooping unnoticed and unheard, a race to the highest peak, eliding over the intricate notes, skipping over tender moments,
Informative phrases laid down, words etched in granite and stone, unadorned in black and white, prose machines pumping out prose, rhetoric flying out of
“My world is full of you, In my dreams and waking hours, Leading me through the maze, Through virgin jungles And across windblown deserts,
Of beauty cast out in the mystic s… of music with wings and whiter lac… a ballad above the clouds in a lig… rolling with the motion of the sur… sweet music from the pipes of the…
Music with its melodic scalpels, slices its way through the intelle… on its way to the ear of the heart on a journey of good intentions; that instills spontaneous feelings
The Flash She sits there so unassuming Pure innocent but all so steaming Knights on horses in her dreams Sensual glistening from her creams