Minuscule Ocean Of your mighty acts gone quiet Your gentle touching upon the shor… Like a tender kiss from a loving m… Minuscule Ocean, you come in so p…
Tilly was feeling rather glum at the office one day. She felt lonely and wished that someone would desire her. She had her eye on Sam who was about the same age and single. One day, bef...
The recording studio in the East Village of New York City had all the latest digital equipment. All the musicians who recorded there just loved it. The engineer was a fine musician hi...
As a flower needs a seed, charity needs an urge, a place in the heart for love to be influential; where it directs all external actions that charity requires. Religion teaches about tha...
A place where self-esteem belongs, Where the idleness created a void, Where it settled in and took root, Where it replaced the feeling of w… While worthiness is a prerequisite…
Mother Nature, a fine lady of beauty, majesty, generosity, heroism, charity, kindness, patien… living within a view of the outskirts of heaven,
Fragments of lower heaven flying i… from the attic of the upward skies… ivory chunks of feathery velvet da… with the December winds in rhythm with the overbearing bre…
Pterodactyl pigs with earthly drea… soaring amongst the dreamy clouds, landward ho thy sky borne swines toward Mother Earth to set foot u… a habitat trading habitats or a
We, victims of mainstream’s influe… Numbed by its voices pounding in o… As they try to mold us To become one of them, Must break away from their grasp.
Missiles of microscopic dimensions… of iron, skin, blood, and sand, half human and half beast, half steel and half flesh, like gargoyles jumping
Hear ye, hear ye, whiners take hee… There is a place just for you, Not at the barbershop amidst An unfortunate one’s haircut, Who has listened to your complaini…
Dictionaries You with your secrets locked up in… Miniscule forests carved out of th… Page by page, word by word, answer… Intelligence is your menu, your di…
Mother Rain, Mother Beauty, sunrise finery, calico skirts, silky clouds, supple lofted castle… fiery morning rays running through golden avenues to the beyond
My soul is a mystery to me. It lies in judgment as to what should inspire me. It selects certain harmonies in music that move me and the ones that don’t. I have no control over it. ...
Music, the intoxicating smiles of beauty, steals my heart; then begins to climb into infinite spaces where my dreams have been. It is like the sweet language of my beloved that mingles...