Intrinsic mandates from the mind o… the rules of discipline of staff a… conscience implanted, the seed of… in times of turmoil and uncertaint… a counselor that lives in caves do…

The Gate Who shall ever pass through it, fo… Though it is sometimes not, it is… It breathes bitter sweet air Life with its ever changing moods

In the world outside the wolves ru… free to hunt and kill on Savage I… where God is God and wolves are w… out to kill as the food chain move… Civilization is in the taming yet…

The architect of sound With his soft, soothing, rapid han… Reaching out into the mystic air, Transporting music on a sacred jou… A pilgrimage to a sacred pleasure…

The boasting at the edge of dawn, The artwork of a million hands, Wearing flamboyant costumes Of red, orange, and yellow, Spicing up the mood of the day,

Phantom Mountain, lady of green that avails herself in the shimmering sun, hides behind the enveloping fog that comes to be in the night.

Electric Lady Sparks flying, lightening splashin… Rapture’s calling, body’s burning Angel’s singing, heaven’s touching Sky’s falling, perfume permeating

Country roads, crawling galleries, The Dog Days of summer’s viewing, Lazy maples sitting along the shou… Casting pictures of vibrant greens Through the openings of the leaves

More than a five day’s journey out to sea and out of sight, a water in its embryonic home, in the womb of a larger sea, the mother of the lilting tides,

A song to be sung by a select few, Those who love their labor true, Those who toil with love in their… Who work the fields 'til day depar… Alone from those who idle the day…

Orphan boy, how you have Grown up all by yourself, God’s creation, a perfect boy, From out of the wilderness With no family to love you,

Mother of life, I live from you, Your eternal throbbing, your tears… Your milk, your blood, your garden… Your central strongholds, your ars… The hub in the middle of life,

That tempest in her churning her dark gray contorted face her razor teeth digging into the s… those scowling eyes of steel that swastika burned into her neck

Shake rattle 'n rock’n goes granny… her see through hose and her sexy… doin’ her dance with her sweety pi… Granny’s hav’n a ball, that nasty… She’s cutt’n a rug while hoist’n u…