The Tango, that slithering hot mu… With red and black, silky, smooth… And a throbbing pulse, Reaches out to lovers And wraps around their slender ank…
Parachute my God, my father, my air, my nylon rock, my vault, my owner, my slaver, my life secured, my trusted one, into thy hands I surrender,
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,
Out of the sky such beauty falls Into iridescent drops and teary ba… Through misty corridors and shiny… Kingly promenades and narrow strai… From natal clouds where angels cry
The inside voice in an outside man Of stammering speech as life began… A child of the times but a father… A rapid advancement as the years s… Calling heaven’s language from dee…
Life’s Intoxication Love is a Beautiful enchantress Her flowing hair Plays with the wind
Father’s Day up ahead, The time it is to give back unsaid… No rules written, just love oblige… As fathers give all they can provi… For what they did for you to recei…
Beautiful Dreamer Beautiful Dreamer ‘tis me alone a… In the dark, though memories made… Stage is set I see thee clearly Your sweet flesh my passion runs f…
Sunday moved into Monday like a well oiled machine with precision and clarity. The age of time had lost one more day, and the power of the sun lost some of its stronghold with the end ...
Prospectors of yesteryear scaled the craggy cliffs with their mules, sifting pans, picks, blankets, rifles, food, whiskey, and enough supplies to last as long as it took to find the gol...
Our private sanctuary lies deep wi… Where divinity has complete contro… Resting with the tranquil days and… Among the lows and subsequent heig… With the eyes of its heart sheddin…
The Masterpiece On the busy canvas I left my sweat and tears The vile faces of humanity And the angelic smiles of bliss
The song of the bagpipes cuts thro… over the moors and hills with an I… songs of the battles and songs of… songs that make me get up and danc… How can I deny that music does th…
He was a young handsome man of twenty one years, penniless, but with high aspirations. His poverty didn’t seem to affect his character, because he still held his head high as if he own...
Victims of the internet, the second hand voice, the gatherers of the data, the manufactured couriers, the thinkers outside the online,