Run Barkley run as if you were ri… on the fires of the lightning bolt… from the nostrils of the raging Te… racing with the fleets of time in your acts of demolition upon th…

Big man up in the little sky at the concordant podium, waking up from his deep sleep, hears the cries of the parched ear… sensing the anxiety of the farmers…

The upper left hand corner of the story of life, untouched by soiled hands, of the book written by the almight… and blessed in the

On the day of the winter solstice, I see a tapering spire outside my window atop an old building

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

He was born a slum dog with high aspirations, into the lowest caste in India. His father cleaned the toilets of the rich while his mother took care of his eleven brothers and sisters. ...

“Lo behold, that fire in the east… Like yesterday as it has risen bef… That cold, cold night so bitter, My bones rattling, My hopes dwindled,

A sacrificial deed was the duty fo… who layeth here buried beneath the… by standing up to honor the rule o… as he ascended to heaven and claim… He sat at the table with his falle…

Little girl of womanly attributes… Big bad wolves are not only in fai… But walk the streets in your littl… Thirsting for little girls such as… If your tight dresses

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,

Beakman with the big big nose, a hose nose that grows and grows, A shnoz that reaches to the limits… a sneezing louder than Mrs. Timit… an echo heard around the world,

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