Sun of morning’s dimly lit behind perforated canopies of faded red and diluted orange metal clouds of brownish purple rising from the tombs of the earth

Shifting, drifting, colors and sha… my truths, my prose, my charming s… my run-a-way shadows on solid grou… rising and drifting as to heavenly… dressed in rainbow colors and harl…

American dogs, almost the greatest… Smarter than Slovenian dogs, But stupider than Nigerian dogs, Barking in the English language, But can bark in Spanish too

A never-ending spark that pushes t… that take the mind and soul into dark mazes, over hurdles, thr… jumping over reason and sensibilit… rising with the heat of lust and c…

Love’s passion is the sweet nectar of life while it is yet the bitter hand of sorrow. It moves within my being and directs my course. It takes me to the mountain, lifts me up to its p...

On the edge of the mysterious eart… with its eerie shadows and secret… echoing the language of the spirit… is the home of that drifting torch that burns through the day,

Melody of strength and beauty and independence, from places been for places up ahe… weary but energized, cool but yet… from hands of assistance fair thee…

Data, covered in spider webs and m… With sad eyes and incarcerated hea… With heavy feet and immobile spiri… With plastic smiles and metal lips… Living in black houses with no win…

When love is introduced to two lov… When affinity moves with the speed… When it hastens the course of love… When the feeling becomes intense, When that intensity begins to heat…

The Brotherhood of Labor The waiting gardens, they Call to me from far across the mea… They whisper life’s eternal secret… Told through the love of labor