As a straight line appeared before… it just laid still and rested on t… waiting for him to plunge into the… and see it as he wanted it to be. It started to breathe and bend and…

Richest witches flying high in Lamborghinis and see through bi… no brooms, balloons, nor sober bab… it’s party party in the skyward la… Music blasting and strobe lights f…

Passion Leading Places desired and places out of b… Avenues with no names and eerie so… Doors swinging open with nobody ho… Sorcerers live where passions roam

Poetry reaches its dreaded end when love becomes a grouping of letters, i.e., l-o-v-e, and not a spiritual phenomenon that alters the chemistry of the human heart and parts the clouded ...

Nature binging, fires laughing, Volcanoes playing, thunder running… Skies climbing, oceans swelling, Melodies alone in the still of the… Melting rhetoric with the heat of…

Time to dress up for the gala of s… Heralding in the new with life and… Every ear heedful to Mother Natur… Finds everything scurrying up to m… The grasses peaking up through the…

The revival of love once bestowed in the hearts of the devoted, the teachers with the seed still growing in their being,

The tides of anxiety as if the flowing was immobile, as if it was a wave glued to the sandy shore, when time was a standstill horror,

White to green to red to brown To bare branches all around, Changing colors from the sun As seasons march to nature’s drum. Calico mountains are never the sam…

Purring like a sleepy lion after d… Humming like a finely tuned engine… Singing like a choir of Nightinga… Playing with the softness of the o… Letting the sound in to set you fr…

Fragments of lower heaven flying i… from the attic of the upward skies… ivory chunks of feathery velvet da… with the December winds in rhythm with the overbearing bre…

Melodies filling up the mind in mo… streaming through the clouds and m… carrying torches to the open heart… and good will on high from the mus… from the spirit where lives the pr…