Sky bound poets with lofted feet To the skies above in Paramount S… Upward floating to the highest sea… Through metal clouds and liquid br… Air of silence in ships in a highe…
Melody, that tired old woman of mu… Wandering aimlessly from here to t… Looking for an avenue to the music… With an empty heart but progressiv… With an ear to hear the worn out p…
Stay by Me Since through the night we drew ou… Tell me love, are you a tired trav… The houses that you visited are on… Do you have any desire to stop and…
Certitude In meditation, he who reaches down… A journey in question is a journey…
If music could be seen, The notes melted down into sadness… Its tears running down our cheeks, Its melody wandering into the dark… Running naked through the forest,
The Grind Two minute drill up ahead we must… Every inch and every yard we must… Time to start clawing at six point… We dig our cleats in the rain soak…
The future lies beyond what we have felt and experienced. If it has not yet made an impact in our visions, we overlook our own destiny. Every animal and living creature on earth plans...
The me in the age of robotics, my arms, my mind, my legs, my self… connected to me but not connected, moved by the wind but not felt in… my knowing of the mechanics of the…
As man rises above his familiar ab… Like an eagle flying to heights be… And the earth grows smaller than a… And oceans become a pond in the mi… A sight of disbelief, of romantic…
........and the angels foresaw a continuous hunger throughout, a cessation in the human chain, a flaw in the propagation of the species,
Passion Unattended An open invitation, come and run w… Smell the pain and the smoldering… Throw yourself in the middle of br… Bleed with all who ride with fired…
Homeward bound for weary hearts That one sweet place where we can… That spot in the world that we cal… Constantly pulls us back to where… Back to a place called home
Profanity It emerges from the most unexpecte… Like lava shooting thru’ a rose’s… Its temperament is molded by gentl… But gentle is too quiet and too co…
Sensitivity is like a fountain of… A journey into the depths of passi… A look into the thrill of living, A daunting ride without a driver, A curious look into the darkness,
One day before the storm blew in, Mother Nature summoned me to come to the shore and gaze upon her proud mysterious beauty. As she flexed her muscles, I marveled at her power; the kind...