Nature’s proud being called perman… with her head held high above the… her feet entrenched in the solid g… her moods reliable and predictable… her erratic behavior not taken ser…
He received his PHD in music composition at Berkeley. He wrote a symphonic piece that was performed by the New York Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall and received a standing ovation. Ev...
A divine blessing in its proper order has the wealthy inheriting the humility of the poor, and the poor using it to regard themselves with the magnanimity of the wealthy. He who grows ...
So that sly ole’ leprechaun thought he was pulling a fast one on me, eh. He told me that the gold was buried next to one of the trees, and that he was going to tie a red ribbon around ...
Weaving through life and life of d… Hanging onto fragile threads, I continue on my journey of wonder… Holding onto the real and the imag… The mobile and the immobile,
Devil woman of today and yesterday… climbing out of swamps and morbid… out of sinister pits and diabolic… moving full steam ahead with her c… leaving a trail of perfume and exo…
Multi-Levels Did you read your Bible today Or did you read your Bible today? Did you skim over the scriptures For the sake of getting it over wi…
Water, dews of heaven, of sacred c… of ancient origins, pliant cathedr… sympathetic hearts, observant eyes… mother of the weeping meadows, heroine of the parched fields,
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
Ah, the passion of the throbbing r… The heated waltz with a flaming bl… The crying guitars and bleeding fi… The busy feet and the song that li… The intensive eyes and the look of…
Final breath but air of hallowed t… a life to a new life, an old body left behind but a supernal body traveling on a highw… to bliss garnished in star dust,
My heart hiding inside my pen the keeper of my words the high command of my thoughts living deep down under my smiles sometimes soft as velvet
The jagged edges of the war-bound… with their battle axes and razor s… rub against the tender walls of th… for years upon years of agony and… scratching, clawing, kicking, pier…
Nut House Boogie Nut House Boogie, boggie woogie My name I forgot my name is Rudy Birds fly around and into my soup Tastes kinda weird, sorta like poo…
Life and death are games he plays, A brush with both on numbered days… Adrenalin surges like the rushing… Pelting the earth and her sons and… Death is far away out there yet so…
