Humor’s Vessel He travels along his sacred roads To tired old dignified churches With his jokes in his pockets And his smiling face above all
In commemoration to those who foug… And were lucky enough to have surv… And to those in the wings of death… Live in the memory of a future dep… Freedom is gained from an honorabl…
While Mr. Jamison was walking his dog in the woods one day, he stepped on a big rock and turned his ankle in the process. What a klutz. His house wasn’t too far away, so he was able to ...
When the Devil’s fire gets too ho… And the seed is scattered O’er hill and dale, And the kindled skin becomes ablaz… And the blood overruns its banks,
Affinity Heaven’s magic, wizard’s brewing Power supreme, spirits moving Focal point is a second ahead When love becomes a story unsaid
The house was never the same as Vincent was rockin’ the joint with his guitar riffs. The band was smokin’ on that unforgettable night. The drummer was kickin’ the band into outer space....
Some say that happiness is in the contentment of the senses and faith is in the pursuit of it. Some say that heaven is at the summit, the high judge who oversees morality being observe...
The Order Inches or centuries apart Never closer, never further Stability has its place Survival knows no other
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,
Spatial Reveries Sweet sounds of music swirling alo… Heaven primed for scented myrtle s… Gardens singing melodies up and th… To the sky’s quiet drifting in oce…
Along the road to Martin’s Windin… before the season of mythical find… when Summer bleeds into Autumn’s… and sheds its green as it slowly w… discloses the mystery behind her d…
Up over the mountain was a glow more beautiful than the Aurora Borealis. The shapes and the colors resembled a sacred icon of some sort. The climb would seem to take someone through thi...
The womb, the exiting, The breathing, the sounding, The bewilderment, the fear, The pain, the curiosity, The adjustment, the anxiety,
Music in the sound of the wanderin… Of skyborne vibrations broken up i… Fragments of rhyme and passion gro… From careful and valiant poetic so… Of seeds with sweet effervescent f…
I of service to the Poet Gods, the kinds with no hands nor feet, but keen eyes, celestial minds and tyrannical tongues, chose me, a man with no dreams,
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