Mother Nature of Bohemian dreams A taker of the wind to outward ext… A lover of the passion and of the… A heretic looking for a war to wag… A rebel of the stillness of the qu…

Transitory wings of white and gold… beauty in flight and rivers in mot… doors swinging open for the pure a… clarity speaking in a familiar ton… divinity opening up its heart,

Into the night as night’s sweet fa… Into the sea, the sun, to nocturne… Wizardry of the earth and sky at d… As the night and with its meadows… Crickets singing enchanted songs o…

Her nerves are like a powder keg about to explode. Even though that horrible incident occurred years ago, she is still trying to run away from it, but she can’t. It haunts her day and...

A whore with no other name such is… tied to a whipping post to get up… a life of sadness so her story goe… driven to see how the bad blood fl… a slicing neat and clean upon her…

This year not like last year, We come together for a holiday che… Traveling by car or by plane, Our worries no more we overcame. After vaccinations we’re good to g…

If we lived for A thousand years, Learning every day Something new, We would soon realize

Oceans Aloft At the dawning when man walked afr… Peering into life, that strange ph… At baby blue gems that adorn the c… With a yellow sphere emerging from…

No cave man can do without these: 1– a strong piece of wood for a ha… 2– a big rock to tie to it for the… 3– an AK 47 assault rifle in case… 4– an open area to send smoke sign…

The painting on the wall parallel to my eyes is a place where I visit everyday. The longer I look at it, the closer I am to being there.

Oh glorious surge, my blessed awak… my reveille sounding from the swee… slicing through the thick clouds o… my arsenal answering my earnest ca… my treasure stored up in my eager…

Positioned down under an eagle’s f… On the ground but yet a lofted sig… High upon a mountain top as upward… The finishing touch completes a wi… The snow capped peaks among the az…

It was a dreary day in the little village by the river. Doom was written in the ugly gray clouds that shrouded the mountain peaks. The cold mist was circling about, and the wind was d...

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…