Sunsets Before the tired sun dips into the… Thank you Lord for showing me you…
Nature’s laws are mandated to nurture the pulse of life and its rejuvenation. Man must open his heart to the ways of nature in order to grow closer to their secrets. Mother Nature is ...
Mellow Strings Sounds so mellow my spirit softens Rising from the grave it slowly hu… To a new day, a new song, forever… Singing to the brooks and with the…
En l’honneur de mere on this very… Mothers of honor in trust we conve… Our link between God and human se… Of what we doubt and what we feel, Mother’s Day brings us to our sen…
My New Me My insensitivity, my ocean of pity Nothing to love, and all to hide Life is a yarn of misguided dreams Felicity is too shallow for the pa…
Thesaurus Man, here before his ti… With worlds locked inside wordly r… Like finely tuned machines pouring… Words with meaning and feelings ab… Words that tell beautiful stories…
Where Pleasure Leads Careful plans to become interrupte… Morality’s creed there to be abduc… Pleasure’s smile is an enticing th… Its sorcery works beyond belief
Ms. Miller lived in an old dilapidated rent controlled apartment just east of the theater district on West 44th St. in New York City. There were dirty old gaudy drapes that covered up t...
The she of sorcery with glossy thighs and silken tresses, who walks but floats with her tender feet suspended, waving her rose scented wand
Love came to me, my beloved, and placed its torch deep inside my being that warmed and illuminated the empty crevices of my heart. Its searing breath whispered the mysteries of life t...
More precious than the royal emera… or nature’s once in a lifetime spe… or the running of the dried up riv… or the words in my mind without an… I keep them sealed under lock and…
That poem with its perfumed arms Its graceful lines and magnetic ch… Its silky skin that glows in the n… Its mysterious ride ‘til the early… Its sultry language that embraces…
As home is branded into our being, our paradise of memories is etched into the branding. It is a permanent and fond attachment to the well-known place as we entered into life’s long wan...
The mood was set by the love Gods caressing the strings on their violins. Sophia and I floated out onto the dance floor while the music climbed inside of us and took us prisoners of it...
Beautiful Laura in a chiffon dres… Twisting legs under dire distress Swirling above the seas in rapid m… A ballarina above the restless oce… Sweet Laura, slave of the wicked…
