In the wake of the storm after the tempestuous beatings upon the face of the Earth, when the end seemed like a mythical dream, a fairy tale,

The Bounty I live among the Tender green fields Of corn and watch them Waltzing with the

The Cruel Sea Your smiling face and wild turbule… Your rancid depths with your sweet… Like the swirling mind of a laughi… Your savory sweets are laced with…

Palate Man Pleasure is on his menu for the da… A sensual journey, obsession gone… Making love to a sumptuous feast To golden rays approaching from th…

Of Heart’s Desires Of heart’s desires, of wayward dre… Of plans rerouted, of passion’s ov… Of reasoning gone astray, of wild… Of pleasure’s delight, of beauty d…

Tapping of the drums From the clouds on high, The troubadours of the ruffled air… Euphonic cantata of the ruffling, Rhythmic lore of the highlands,

Upheaval looms up in the ominous s… As the stillness grows restless do… The heavy air sits upon the glassy… With its weighted feet dangling in… The calm is at peace not at peace…

Father of Sound Oh father of sound With your bending and shaping Thy melodic chants And your sound so sweet and pure

Big hands grabbing, pushing, and p… Or hands of perfume and slender bo… Paralyzing hands of intoxicating s… Of she wolves and heretical giants Who hide in the darkest caves in t…

When we judge, we must rid our hearts of all for-taken opinions: else, whatever said or done will be judged by the wrong rule. A previous wrong done to the one who passes judgment will ...

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…

When it all seems lacks good fortu… Contagion with sad eyes in consort… Gloom fills the room as misery set… And all’s in wonder where laughter… As bantering begins its climb out…

The Little Warrior He put down his toys for a rifle Given to him from a rebel To the little boy who didn’t care What regime overthrows what regime

Ah, the passion of the throbbing r… The heated waltz with a flaming bl… The crying guitars and bleeding fi… The busy feet and the song that li… The intensive eyes and the look of…

In the quiet of Mother Nature, In her bosom a complacent lullaby, A song that tames the passion, An air that dissolves the run of p… A lullaby to sleep of all anxiety,