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
Backward This Read .out way your find you help God .help for call your hear ever will
Passion Unattended An open invitation, come and run w… Smell the pain and the smoldering… Throw yourself in the middle of br… Bleed with all who ride with fired…
High above and below mid sky in the lower heavens from up high where witches gather and conspire, congregations of satanic disciples… the clashing of the hot and cold,
Kids you are so, so lucky. You ha… years left to learn. Time is on yo… is no end to learning. When school… me way back when, I didn’t stop le… there were 30 hours in a day. What…
Mother Nature, in artistry such a… Led by the sun and its daily rende… Moving, drifting, flaunting, danci… And putting twilights on display, Hiding behind the clouds until the…
In Control The seed, a complex network of lif… Of intelligence, more than that of… Life and its regeneration living i… Inside its microscopic but busy en…
The Utopia of the modern world to… God undivided from the same lump o… Christians and Muslims, Ramadan a… The avenue to God, but a differen… To find the paradise is the golden…
There are three different kinds of people on this Earth; a bunch of idiots who don’t know nothin’ and don’t wanna know nothin’. Then there are those who think they know everything about...
Little Drummer Boy Rudiments my laborious task ahead Mental spaces they wait to be fed A vacillating tap and a gentle sou… A quiet spirit to lift off the gro…
Father Brown in red with fire in… is lost in desire with his passion… With Mary in full view while hold… he does what his academic book sai… He holds it back until the fire re…
Ambrosia rising up from the piano… permeating the air as heaven overs… music spreading sweetness in the v… with chordal progressions and eleg… and a certain feeling that travels…
My Love-Mobile Hi ya there, Toots How about a ride in my Love mobile? I finally washed it and
An ode to botany’s sacred cycle, The season of its resurrection. The time for us to til the soil, The time for us to plant a seed, The time to look for the new life,
At the swinging open of the curtains that keep the phantoms of the night away and lets in the rays of