Dear God. If I were a soldier, this would be my prayer. Give me the strength and the courage to be a martyr like Jesus, with his soft eyes and valiant spirit. His sacrifice allowed o...

The eyes of the sun graced the hills of Louisville, Kentucky with its tender green foliage that glistened against the blue sky. The jockey proudly sat in the saddle, gloating over all ...

“I am the harbinger sent from the… Attired in icy clothes on this day… I hide in a polar mountain’s creva… Then in November I spread my fros… Over country sides and eagle’s nes…

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…

How noble you are, incarnate spirit of life. How steady is your place in the skies. How obedient you are to the law of motion. How beautiful is thy exit into the night and thy entran...

Nomadic Appeasement Always wandering but to his choice Houses are four walls with no voic… A narrow prison that stifles his b… A sentence handed down until his d…

Man of sound Of music in the round Chasing rainbows with the rain To yonder skies where angels lain Pushing the limits of primal thoug…

Summer’s mantle leaning into autum… Expiring green of summer’s run, Forests giving into chilly nights, Shedding leaves unto autumn rites, Forest floors from green to brown

Air de Amour, air of love, love breath, breath of soft whispers, love in the wind, love with exotic wings,

Way up above the earth, up above the crow’s nest, further up through the clouds, beyond where the eyes can see, where the skies brush up against

Life in the fast lane, full speed ahead, as gazelles leap over time, cheetahs outrun the thunder. We bulldoze through iron walls,

I don’t know what everybody around me is complaining about. I took my Christmas bath last December, and I’ll take my next one next Christmas, whether I need it or not. I love to smell...