Ambrosial music of chordal tendern… of harmonies wrapped around the el… jumping out in passion fires of cr… of harmony fires in the fields of… burning up the notes with sacchari…
Over jagged mountain peaks he climbed. Through thick jungle brush he plodded. In luxurious palaces he slept; but all these places were only a temporary visit, for his soul keeps searc...
Behind the mist or could be never, World of imagination made of leath… A replacement sun in the transitor… With diamonds for all the money co… A new dawn of strange shapes and c…
It is a prelude to that magic vibr… Carrying two lovers to the World of dreams and revelations, Fleeing from the world left behind Of weights and measures,
Rivers need the rain to start the… and lovers need other lovers to gr… Words are like lovers that long fo… on a search for their hidden selve… to become intimate and melt into t…
From a cozy sitting atop the froze… ‘Til a compliant drifting to an up… The man called the sun grows ever… Closing winter’s doors as the days… On a mission of clemency of a hero…
Galleries aloft in the majestic sk… fire strewing through the perforat… doves spreading their colossal win… shooting fireballs from their elec… strafing artillery from the hallow…
April, our lady who opens the door To plush green gardens on nature’s… Predictable as the morn until the… Casting shadows, what a glorious s… Along the forests and budding tree…
The mystery of the deep down insid… Where probing is a futile venture, A search curtailed by fear above a… A witch’s asylum inside the comple… The darkness ne’er to see the ligh…
The beautification of an angel Of unassuming substantial beauty, A spirit made into flesh and bones… Fallen to the earth from the heave… Sitting beside the waters in her s…
Christmas at Larry’s was puttin’… When all the gang got together in… Extravagant spending is what Chri… As Santa did his shoplifting at t… George picked some weeds out of L…
Adrenaline Beasts of mortal glamo… navigating the inferno rivers of S… who live in our dark side, rising up through our veins in the throes of another’s pain,
Melody, that tired old woman of mu… Wandering aimlessly from here to t… Looking for an avenue to the music… With an empty heart but progressiv… With an ear to hear the worn out p…
He was the son of a preacher. He ended up taking his own life. After his resurrection his thoughts came back to him. My smiles indicate what my true self is supposed to be like. It ...
At the swinging open of the curtains that keep the phantoms of the night away and lets in the rays of