Giants of the home of the beast, The dark side at war with the good… Mind of the calm and the turbulent… Big waves bursting out of Hades, Tsunamis smashing crystal waters,
Flamenco Fury Waltzing, but not waltzing Feeling gay, but not smiling Dancing, but not floating Free, but not loose
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,...
Heated waters, arsenals of the Sw… gracious hosts for an up-and-comin… paradise for the hurricanes that c… are readying their speech to procl… Lazing upon the glassy troughs and…
Cradles secured by mothers in the pastel colored nurseries and the mothers of the private lairs dug deep into the earth and mother… of the nests hidden by the elm tre…
When the skin feels like a searing… When nature caters to the devil’s… When the cool down feels like year… We’d sell our souls for a cold wat… To feel that soothing coldness on…
Lightening Look at my beautiful sky so incand… Peer into my chaotic home in the s… My passion moving from top to bott… Exceeding the outer limits of velo…
The skies were doing all kinds of weird things last Sunday at Yankee Stadium. There was some naked giant guy floating in the sky. Didn’t he get cold in the tush up there? You don’t know...
Floating Truths On your wanderings, have you lost… Have you roamed through thick bush… Catering to those with booming voi… Have you brought pleasure to the d…
Fragments of lower heaven flying i… from the attic of the upward skies… ivory chunks of feathery velvet da… with the December winds in rhythm with the overbearing bre…
Power supreme and power of a sigh, power of the tides and of the wind that moves the waves, and power that pushes beauty through the fissures of the skin
Lady proper and lady wild, at peace but not at peace, at home with wayward thoughts, inhibitions sunken in but seeping out into the dark night,
Fathers who set an example Of what fatherhood is supposed to… Are fathers who teach their childr… To know what fatherhood is. To see a person is to see
The Leaning Some of us walk forthright With a definite plan in our lives. Some of us wander and crawl With only today on our minds.
“Rise up ye revenants of the dark, From inside the cold tombs buried… That petrified, frigid soil that’s… As it was before winter blew its s… Upon the vibrant, fragile foliage…
