Aura of the north wind’s at home i… dancing and singing with nothing t… her hair disheveled and appearance… just blowing, roaming, and so to n… Her raggedy old field too wild and…
The Waking Hours Sleep, our climb into the upward a… Inside silky wings that take us th… That wrap around our earthly torso… With eyes that reach into our mind…
The Speed of Life From the seed to the final curtain We rise up and fall down before we… Time is a runaway steed away from… The storm passes through at a flee…
He is the best in the business; one helluva player. Besides being blessed with the strength of a gorilla and the agility and swiftness of a cheetah, he can see the play develop before ...
Answering the call of insurgency for the running of the adrenalin r… the bringing out of the eager beas… that lives in the dark side from the shadows of divinity
What a man is he, alright. He stands out in front of everybody including his place in the alphabet; from the Bs all the way to the Zs. His name, Aaron, earned him that distinction, but ...
The language of the birds The sound getting imitated The imitation getting humanized The humanized getting familiarized The familiarized getting melodious
A Flower’s Seed Your body is so slight and trivial But yet you surge ahead Out of your iron-clad armour Up to the sun in all thy glory
She’s a coupon maniac alright. She gets her busy husband to drive her a million miles away for five percent off a hundred dollars for something she doesn’t need. It costs him ten dollar...
As old geezers say, ”Enough is en… Hooking up all their chaotic stuff… Computers, TVs, telephones, remot… Electronic conundrums for us old g… Before we go completely insane,
Sky fire, oh beautiful, beautiful lightning… and booming trumpets of the ensuin… the fruits of the Thunder Gods, born out of fear and wonderment
Rose Colored Glasses Through my flowery rose colored gl… Undefiled life through them ever p… Crystal lakes sparkling from the s… Rainbowed skies from the angels sp…
Stallions flying in the blackened sky, galloping steeds, chariots ablaze, liquid smoke of copper red, streaming across the firmament,
If music could be seen, The notes melted down into sadness… Its tears running down our cheeks, Its melody wandering into the dark… Running naked through the forest,
Prayers in the dusty fields of cor… where the farmers weep and wonder if the world is drying up or shift… if there ever will be the rains ag… what it feels like against their s…
