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...
Warriors of the lower empyrean In heated battles of the unseen Where the winds swirl round and ar… Up and over and homeward bound Where the breath of the mighty aer…
Where is Santa’s calendar? Blown away by the stormy air? Is it December or is it July? Should he look up in the sky? Or just play it by ear,
That Killing Passion Cast your dreams aside young man When love becomes a dead end avenu… Nothing to keep your heart on cour… Nothing to bring you to sacred hom…
Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking
Winning Full steam ahead A steady locomotion No looking back A glorious contagion
“Hear ye, hear ye, beholders of th… After winter’s wrath come Spring-… The gardens are all aglow in yello… and red and orange of primordial t… Mother Nature is kind to us once…
Blessed life and the longing for i… The birthing and a deeply yearning… The moving stream inside Nature’s… Of pleasure’s delight and running… Passion speaks in a warm and lusty…
Angels and devils living together in one house, in one mind, a marriage that isn’t a marriage, but two deities coming in out of the cold,
Fire to the fire from hell uncover… as the flaming flames in sordid gl… through the wild wilderness and th… pounding against the walls of narr… as madness is unleashed from fury’…
Secrets stored inside as the seaso… a silent knowing of the roving sun… encased in an armor of iron and wo… in rigid vaults to the weather wit… secrets of the rising from low to…
Where homes are houses And shoes are anchors, Bound to the earth that Sings out of tune, The flight of music is a wounded b…
Sunday moved into Monday like a well oiled machine with precision and clarity. The age of time had lost one more day, and the power of the sun lost some of its stronghold with the end ...
Keeper of time, nature’s stubborn… planting its feet far beneath the… finding its way through the dark s… under the forestial floors inside the damp hoary earth,
My oh my, how my smart phone grew, that cute wittle plastic thing in the window, stuffed inside a dainty pink case, that called out to me when I passed by, “Please buy me and take me ho...
