Fourth & four on their twenty yard… Ten seconds to go, running out of… Down by four, the biggest play to… A true test of power, so it’s time… Hut, hut, - hut, a fake to the run…

The Celebrity It appeared before me like a dream It is a person that breaths and ta… It is a he that is just like me The movies made him into a thing

Old father time with lips of blue that attach themselves to the hear… that suck the youth out of the spi… that put visions in the mind of lighter days behind

A precious resonance echoed within… A tolling that brought the spirits… A golden sound that clung to my sp… A spiritual sanctification from th… A lingering that lingered not long…

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…

Mother Nature of heedful ears, In northern skies throughout the y… Her golden heart with a silver lin… With goodness and virtue all combi… She keeps her promise from lands a…

Viva la Diva, child of song, mover of melodious tears in rivers… harbingers of love, rains of virgi… spreaders of joy, healers of the p… she doctors of the callous spirit,

Fire in the Sky What a sight to behold on high Rising from obscurity, a wondrous… It stays aloft with no feet on the… It creeps through the meadows

Fires of the dawn and scarlet embe… dancing on the clouds as morning s… effervescent skyscapes for poetic… black and scarlet in the higher sk… from fires rising from the earthen…

Rivers flowing into predestined pl… from enigmatic sources to their ch… waters contaminated from the devil… adrenalin surging and flooding the… rivers gaining speed and empowerin…

I vow not to give up on life. Through the years, my body will tire; but my spirit will be like a seeded field in midwinter that dreams of running brooks and flowering valleys. I will ...

Oh sacred liaison, The link between God and me, My mother of grace and love, From you I was born. Each link is imbued with kindness

Fatherly fathers, potters of the clay, ambassadors of morality and knowledge, inheritors of obligations,

Expedition of the winds of the bor… the blanketing of the cold, cold skin of the hills, the shedding of the snows of the h… the teary eyes casting their sorro…

Mmm the smell of salt in the briny… so close to the sea as Neptunian f… standing back to gaze at the waves marveling at how the ocean plays living as a yeoman but not at sea