Without Wings He flies like an eagle, the sky fo… Who needs wings when dreams take h… His world is adorned with polka do… Of floating iron and swirling tres…

Sounds of Freedom As the ordinary grows tired And the music sits still Old avenues lose their luster And bright colors begin to fade

The old man peered through the window of his run down shack. His lonely eyes caught the sun just before it slipped under the horizon. His only enlightenment was gazing at Mother Natur...

Flamenco Fury Waltzing, but not waltzing Feeling gay, but not smiling Dancing, but not floating Free, but not loose

Torches burning through the melodi… parting the heavy air with all the… yellow flames dancing as in a spir… dressing up the night with an effe… bringing heat to the solemn corrid…

Sound the bugle for Master Sun. Arise ye grasses 'til day is done. Sleep is over. ’Tis time to toil. Spread thy wings 'til the twilight… Fly across the sky with eyes affix…

Maturity of thought is like the thickening of the shell that keeps on binding the spirit until all freedom of imagination is locked inside and looking to find its way out. When we are ...

Solitary man living on his private… setting up his own way of life, faithful to his convictions, alone in his thoughts and revelati… miles out at sea but yet upon the…

As I think of you on this Valenti… I see you and the other angels at… I see me in your sights through st… the me in need of you to answer al… Why do I need love when I have al…

The pulse of summer gets old and w… from the climbing up high to Aesta… our Autumn Goddess sporting her f… with her limbs all smothered in a… She kisses goodbye to the proud st…

Like skyborne rhythms and graceful… poetic motion of the ebb and flow lofted oceans and seafarer’s heave… commander of the quiet immobile sk… drifting in and out of nebulous cl…

Tempest churning, earth all moving… planets pacing, universe shifting, thunder talking, lightning dancing… music nervous, running prestissimo… waves pounding, rocks laughing,

My muse, my inspiration, my whimsi… my hidden gem, my knighted rider, she with a poem in her bewitching… at home in her secret hideaway in… who keeps heaven’s language locked…