The Committal Twenty seventeen, my New Years re… To make me happy and those around To search our souls, the only solu… And find what is hidden there to b…

Charging Forth Time is a conquering army That stops at nothing As it charges forth Cutting rivers

Pushing sisters don’t know where, With arms and legs and lofted feet… Into space or inner currents They fly like birds and crazy ants… They sing a song of coconuts

The tides of anxiety as if the flowing was immobile, as if it was a wave glued to the sandy shore, when time was a standstill horror,

Miles Apart Other sides of exotic fragrances From a love too weak to hold onto Stretching faith across too many o… Where other arms are too easy to f…

Lol she has arrived in all her finery and jewels, dressed in her black and gray cape… her tiara adorned in black gold wi… serpents atop, slithering, writhin…

Mother Nature and her soothing br… Her gentle smiles and her temperan… Her lazy meadows and sleepy willow… Her rejuvenescent arbors and cozy… Her recurring plan that blossoms i…

Brain Machines They run themselves out of touch In communication with nature as su… With overbearing voices they all s… You have nothing I know what you’…

Music Slaves Those floating eyes up in the sky Sounds looking for a place to land Eager vagabonds in their wandering And strolling minstrels on a maide…

There is a certain chordal structure in all music that fills me with euphoria and not the vast majority. There are other musicians before me with that distinct feeling, because it is th...

Sam grew up in New York City. He learned how to get around with his conniving and shrewdness at an early age. He loved the Yankees and three or four days a week he and his friends wou...

Embryonic sound budding in the melodic heart and lovely mind, primal voices under the direction of divine grace,

The heavy sun is fast asleep in the forests of the dark, the legs of the day tired from their running, the lamplighter gone home