North Winds North wind, cool my burning skin The fire has lasted too long there… Summer has wrapped me in her cradl… Prepared me for long suppers at he…
Big hands grabbing, pushing, and p… Or hands of perfume and slender bo… Paralyzing hands of intoxicating s… Of she wolves and heretical giants Who hide in the darkest caves in t…
The face of beauty begins as a virgin’s sigh. Then it takes flight as a bewildering smile that lights up the inner domain of my heart. Like the tree of Heaven, it grows as a prelude t...
The man who lives next door is kind and charitable. If there is anything that I need or work that I can’t do myself, he is right there to help me. He told me it makes him feel good in...
Ancient Engines Mysterious columns lie at the bott… Monsters of the sea flap their sun… Powerful engines start up at the d… With the strength to move heavy vo…
Out of the sky such beauty falls Into iridescent drops and teary ba… Through misty corridors and shiny… Kingly promenades and narrow strai… From natal clouds where angels cry
The Runner-up Surge ahead with me, my friend Push me to my limits My untested self An uncharted voyage
Every man has a property in his independent self that no one else has a right to claim. When someone claims ownership without his permission, it is in violation of what the spirit n...
As the burning of the sun comes ne… And we of nature and summer’s lore… In soothing skin and fragile spiri… Look to toughen up for all and bef… We free ourselves to all that wint…
The concert shell in the park looked like a giant clothed in granite, swaggering into the morning mist, daring the musicians to climb aboard and try to tame it. This was going to be th...
The Proud Violet My journey through cold Darkened matter hastened me To rise and find the sun, That radiant paradise,
The fog shrouded the moors like an ugly gray blanket, and the valley smelled like death. The howling from the wolves was the only sound that could be heard. In the stillness, I awoke,...
One tier alone in the night, an empty heart and empty cry, A soloed walk in the romantic air, a music without the sweetness, without tiers piling up in layers,
Eternal pistons pumping In the engines of affinity, Working since the dawn of life And the days of the now and tomorr… Bringing lovers unknown together
The other day while scratching my back, I came up with a brilliant observation. Since Michael Strahan scratches his back, he does the same thing I do. We must be of the same mold; broth...
