Along a path came a man carrying a heavy back pack that made his legs bend under the weight. His one arm was carrying a sack of apples that he gathered up from an apple tree. In the ot...

Sounds of Freedom As the ordinary grows tired And the music sits still Old avenues lose their luster And bright colors begin to fade

Way down under the sea where Davy Jones’s locker lies or one fathom down from the roof of the water’s house where the crab boats sail

Thank God for the Louis Pasteurs of the world, for the ones with his ingenuity, a mind capable of coming up with a vaccine to eradicate

Melodies streaming from the eyes, sadness running through the lips, the emptiness longing for an ear, music wandering along a broken boulevard,

Hail Morgan in the likeness of Penthesilea, queen of the Amazon Tribe who led it into battle in the Trojan War. May you ever stay as fierce as she was then. Flex your muscles and let th...

Two lovers on skates, music weavers weaving into one, one dream, one ballade, one sunset… one rhapsody, one song, one space, soaring, upward lifting,

The iron arms of tragedy, a paradox of strength and infirmit… builders and destroyers of charact… lodged inside the flesh and soul, the teeth of the hidden devil

Aromatic gardens of exotic delight… A taste of pleasure through the ni… Apples falling from fruited trees Ripe for the plucking in a summer… A maiden journey into nights of pl…

Philadelphia of yore on this very… Upon our chasing the British away… On July fourth, seventeen seventy… An assemblage of delegates in the… Came to sign a declaration of inde…

Stately mansions not enough for mi… Inside her soul, the shining’s a b… The pain inside grows ever stronge… Her plastic smiles can’t last any… The happy married life is losing i…

My unknown of me, my blood rivers winding around and through my body… divine sources, anointed by the Grace of God, rivers soiled from the pure,

The language of the birds The sound getting imitated The imitation getting humanized The humanized getting familiarized The familiarized getting melodious

Hear ye, hear ye! World peace is here at last! Every soul on Earth has no more uneasiness in his system that has to be let out in one way or another. The whole world has calmed down....

‘Tis finished but not finished, settled but not settled, stretching upon miles of shifting… a breaking down for a rebuilding, of plateaus reached