A child of the everlasting tides, born of the restless seas, in a place of mystery and darkness… on a mindless mission, a formless entity
When the music is a runaway horse, and the frantic pulses run their c… and the nerves jump out of their h… as the frantic fires heat up the c… and the music loses its poetic cha…
Written on the Face As moods shift like the sand So the eyes become their shadows In their shifting manner When worry agitates the quiet soul
Her Sweet Tooth Oh to end her days in a sea of cho… Choking on a caramel as she descen… What better way is there to drown? Than with the taste of chocolate o…
Aerial fires lighting up the sky Torches burning upward high Rising up through the earthly gate… Into the sky as the meadow waits Fanfare for the yawning of the mor…
Punching Bags Passive faces swaying in the wind With leather skin and open hearts No minds, no arms, no legs, no fee… Built to take just so many punches
The man was left off easy for what he had done. All those he stole from would have liked to see him pay back the money, but since he spent it all on drugs he had none left. The judge o...
Can anger really end? Can a reconciliation reach deep enough into the soul and prevent the anger from resurfacing again? Love and trust are extensions of the Hoy Spirit that lives thr...
Nature’s proud being called perman… with her head held high above the… her feet entrenched in the solid g… her moods reliable and predictable… her erratic behavior not taken ser…
Poetry, My Love The story has no plot or ending It runs rampant through the pages It is oblivious to informative tho… But an ode to the love of words
The Commander Music through its wild pipes Screaming melodies from nature’s p… Though sometimes a violet’s sigh A laughing rage, a forsaken presid…
The aroma of pleasure and the para… The flame unheeded and melting of… An impromptu dance of the spirit r… A reaching down into the loin all… A wild ride without a plotted cour…
It was the termination of a long day of living when the sun became tired as it sank into the sea, exhausted from holding Mother Nature in its hands. Although she is kind, she can be ve...
Man of sound Of music in the round Chasing rainbows with the rain To yonder skies where angels lain Pushing the limits of primal thoug…
When the Devil’s fire gets too ho… And the seed is scattered O’er hill and dale, And the kindled skin becomes ablaz… And the blood overruns its banks,