Homeward bound for weary hearts That one sweet place where we can… That spot in the world that we cal… Constantly pulls us back to where… Back to a place called home
Melody on air, sacred Psalms in the wind, drifting rivers above the clouds in the lazy skies, music in its melodic flowing
Divinity all encompassing, sun and air, love seeding, love dawning, love expanding, love in control, love emitting,
Sky field warriors breaking the cl… galloping into the morn upon fire… slicing the ebon clouds with their… chanting victory songs among the b… firing out of the crevasses of the…
The Delivery Love and pleasure’s creation The blossoming of a seed Planted in my quiet and Peaceful refuge
Water water, where did you go? along thy plotted course or to and… up to or beyond the distant seasca… hiding beneath the devil’s sprawli… inside the needles of the voodoo d…
“This is Doctor Schmidt calling to find out how you are feeling after your operation two weeks ago. I’m concerned about the healing process. I hope you are still not feeling too much pa...
Pressed against the floor under volumes of books written in the language of the dea… in tombs of the unimaginable, the slaves of the prosaic,
Haunting theme you come alive, my sleeping passion oh you revive. Primal screams come from the east, searing breath I fear the beast. But as the music floats I come to…
Sweater sweater, ole Mr. Yetter, who sweats in his sweater no matter what the weather, who sweats and sweats
Euphonic winds carrying sweet soun… from ambrosial gardens and a sunri… hymns of the heavens come down to… on velvety shoots and diamond’s wo… blowing in my ear as the summer wi…
This man who once had self-esteem and dignity was whimpering at her door step, and begging her to come back to him. The woman who he gave his heart to, had gone to another faraway place...
A river by name becomes no river. Its name stays engraved in the river banks, its permanent home. It loses its identity when it reached the sea
My chrometophobia, my fear of money haunts me, those paper witches of Hades with numbers painted on their backs;
Yesterday the world was all mine. I wrapped my fingers around the ea… I brushed it against my cheek. I felt its soft deserts and craggy… I sensed its fragility and weakene…