Rivers Flowing The journey to the sea at length Dashing forth, flirting with the r… No time to stop and think Life is always on the move

The eyes of Spring look out at me… shivering from the pangs of Winter… at me bundled up in my warmest coa… as I walk outside while I ponder… My thoughts are centered around th…

Poor house utopia; a contentment arising from the house built in the soul that determines how many goods are still desired and what are enough. Satisfaction comes from the result of tha...

The skies were doing all kinds of weird things last Sunday at Yankee Stadium. There was some naked giant guy floating in the sky. Didn’t he get cold in the tush up there? You don’t know...

Prayers in the dusty fields of cor… where the farmers weep and wonder if the world is drying up or shift… if there ever will be the rains ag… what it feels like against their s…

Eyes with magnets tucked inside, with mystic pools and tender tears… melodic arms reaching out into the… fingers dancing to the sound of si… lighthouses amassed upon the shore…

Happy Harvest Time Happy harvest time, it will come a… Long shadows waiting just around t… Money seeds planted in the early s… Ripen to give us our annual autumn…

As passion runs into the wild with its machetes and missiles into the fires of Gomorrah, it’s heart running full speed ahea… its brain left behind

Money, once it goes out To places unknown, Sometimes will never come back. It leaves one account And ends up in another.

Up higher than the highest mount where man can see but not know, of the mysterious air not yet reve… where eagles roam the upper sky and man yearns to sprout his wings…

My high priest, my hierarchy from… a compassionate dictator, a benevo… a part of me that I didn’t know, a hidden river of divine secrets, an accumulation of all perceptions…

Nomadic Appeasement Always wandering but to his choice Houses are four walls with no voic… A narrow prison that stifles his b… A sentence handed down until his d…