The Budding A blanket of emeralds reach across… As summertime nears with its brigh… Mountain streams in their proud ca… The rites of spring in their joyfu…
Mother Nature of heedful ears, In northern skies throughout the y… Her golden heart with a silver lin… With goodness and virtue all combi… She keeps her promise from lands a…
This homecoming night That was made for her, A ride in the limo With a handsome chauffeur. All dressed up in
The Delivery Love and pleasure’s creation The blossoming of a seed Planted in my quiet and Peaceful refuge
Down in the Dark From heavenly smiles and angelic h… From thoughts that grow in sacred… From white sands that glisten in t… Down cryptic hallways to that wick…
A Quiet Space Too full, too much, too loud, too… Piling on piles, shouting over sho… Stuffed into spaces, into forgotte… Every moment crammed with throwawa…
Beauty in her rhythmic finery, her rainbow colored ensemble, her pulsating heart and vibrant li… melodic feet and alluring arms, feathery fingers reaching inside,
Data, covered in spider webs and m… With sad eyes and incarcerated hea… With heavy feet and immobile spiri… With plastic smiles and metal lips… Living in black houses with no win…
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…
He sat in his booth in front of the microphone in his neatly pressed Armani suit. His fingernails were manicured, and his face was a portrayal of honesty and goodness. When he spoke a...
We spend our lives searching for happiness. If it comes through material possessions, all is well if we know when we have enough to make us happy. If we put no limitations on what we ...
The dawning of love, of a primal sighting, of the works of affinity, how it becomes clear as it opens up the senses
The Cruel Sea Your smiling face and wild turbule… Your rancid depths with your sweet… Like the swirling mind of a laughi… Your savory sweets are laced with…
Way down under the sea where Davy Jones’s locker lies or one fathom down from the roof of the water’s house where the crab boats sail
A dollar out in the wilds of many rivers emptying into cryptic waters with shifting manifests, ports unknown, away from stone houses,