Of love and the desire to keep it, To chain it to your heart And call it your own, To reach out into the free air And disrupt the flowing,

Breakers Conformity and tradition of the sa… Browns and yellows, both matched t… Blues and grays living in another… Colors accustomed to their separat…

September’s Symphony Warm days and cool nights Cricket songs and soaring kites Mating rituals and nature’s walk Bringing summer to a teary halt

My high priest, my hierarchy from… a compassionate dictator, a benevo… a part of me that I didn’t know, a hidden river of divine secrets, an accumulation of all perceptions…

Beautiful swart of the lower skies… demons hidden in the clouds, her fountains shooting high in the… swirling sky-scape in the nigh, demonic galleries on display,

The devil’s brew of a perilous bea… Of nervous skies and spherical win… Of grays and blacks so deathly cha… Dancing the dance of a wayward dre… With an inner eyes that sees the c…

From the Utopian spirit of yester… From up higher than the upper stra… From trumpets heralding a moral pl… Sounding forth from a sacred land, The foundation of fatherhood is fo…

Power supreme and power of a sigh, power of the tides and of the wind that moves the waves, and power that pushes beauty through the fissures of the skin

Melissa was a beautiful but sad young woman in her late thirties who had everything going for her, but she was extremely disturbed about something she had done in the past that bothered...

Technology Do not forsake me with your Intelligence so far away You leave me bewildered as a wizar… Would have done. You make life e…

‘Tis finished but not finished, settled but not settled, stretching upon miles of shifting… a breaking down for a rebuilding, of plateaus reached