As home is branded into our being, our paradise of memories is etched into the branding. It is a permanent and fond attachment to the well-known place as we entered into life’s long wan...

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…

Artisans of the Arctic, working a… looking for supplies and taking st… search for one colossal piece of m… to test its buoyancy and put on tr… They cut symmetrical pieces of pat…

The Pernicious One She lives on the dark side She moves like a serpent Her eyes affixed to her prey She strikes all so swiftly

We rise, we fall, then rise again. We dust ourselves off, then we beg… To work, to rebuild, to follow the… As if tragedy never came into our… Tragedy, the bearer of two differe…

“We welcome you brother sun so fai… Your warming smiles and soothing a… Against our skin and barren limbs, From sacred skies and hallowed hym… Of angel choirs singing winter’s l…

Mountains too high are mountains conquerable. Conundrums are the lore of the clerisy that clarify themselves as they reach into the mind of man and stimulate his curiosity and invigorat...

Diggerman What did you find today? With morality in mind to obey Was it truths too hard to reveal? Locked inside for anxiety to feel?

Hallelujah! The forsaken rains em… to thwart the progression up to th… Hallelujah! The Earth came back t… and lo behold in the sky a grand s… The skies heard our prayers and se…

Song of colors, hands of lofted co… colors with wings, with airy shape… with dancing rainbows that follow the storm, that rise with the scarlet morn

When the lazy sky is colored in bl… And the sun chases ‘way the mornin… Not a cloud can be seen nor a stir… Until the dragons appear where pea… Broken away from their cages they…

Artisans with an eye for the embellishment of the clouds under the auspices of the patrons of the arts and crafts… mount their eager steeds,

The Outcast Her tears tasted of sweet and bitt… Her smiles climbed only half way t… As the whole called for its fulfil… But joy is a distant paradise in w…

Breakaway me lad, to places unknow… Out there where the wilds call for… Let your words wander like a lazy… With an easy drifting through the… Words are words in need of dressin…