Echoes of yesteryear pass down in… from tree to tree as the seasons p… They are the melodies of the whisp… that sing through the branches as… An Autumn song to the falling lea…
Eyes I am a book with no ending That reveals and narrates Told with countless words Silent to the mind but
A small group of people who survived the end, climbed out of their deep remote underground cave to survey the damage to their village. They had been cut off from the world for fear that...
A wealthy distinguished man was sitting with his family on the veranda overlooking his finely trimmed hedges that outlined his copious flower gardens. Like his fingernails, everything ...
Utopian Island, far, far away, the land of the spirit of brotherhood in mind and heart that rules and chastises as the bartering takes place,
Culture, that place in the mind, Where beauty and excellence abode, Where God lifts us up to find and… Where we find peace in the lifting… The peace that we didn’t know we h…
Zakazakarak went to back to the tr… Back to the rack at the fat black… Mack and Jack fell through the cr… Woopsy do in the morning night Off to the black pink cloud away
Floating Truths On your wanderings, have you lost… Have you roamed through thick bush… Catering to those with booming voi… Have you brought pleasure to the d…
The Proud Violet My journey through cold Darkened matter hastened me To rise and find the sun, That radiant paradise,
Baton man with music in his ferven… Sends it up and away into spirited… Into unfamiliar seas upon the rock… Into rain forests and ancient virg… Guided by passion and dreams and l…
We are the chosen ones who God selected when the spirit moved across the waters. We are blessed and cursed by its wayward destinations. Deep inside our soul it came to us for the dawn...
Is heaven exactly sixty four and a third miles up from earth, forty three miles in length, thirty two miles high, and twenty seven miles wide? Does it have high walls and barbed wire a...
Blossoms stirring in the vernal ai… And coming to life with pretentiou… From branches stripped by winter’s… And the cold sinking to the floor… Springtime comes as the warm days…
What kind of line are you? Do you curve around and entangle yourself with yourself with no end to your travels? Do you tell a story about beauty, the way it flaunts itself in all its ...
A fool on the fence of right and w… friendless, lonely, fatherless, longing for recognition and friend… happy to find someone to be with no matter what that person believe…