Heavy lifters, strong backs, feet of aerial dust, floaters of t… adhesive palms, wiry lifelines, tenacious fingers, metal veins, iron blood, strong wills,
Melodies filling up the mind in mo… streaming through the clouds and m… carrying torches to the open heart… and good will on high from the mus… from the spirit where lives the pr…
Southern Winds Pushing northward in their gallant… To the frozen tundra as winter unr… If snow could talk, a sad story in… Winter’s lament while fields go to…
The Iron Beast Behold the iron clad beast As it rises from the sea It leaps upon the valleys It tramples every living thing
An ode to the farmer who works his… and to him for his fruited crops h… and to he who keeps ourselves aliv… through generations upon generatio… we owe our gratitude to him for hi…
A travel from the home of sound, As quiet as a place inside the wom… From a stirring of the listless ti… A quiet thunder into a sweeter air… A note plucked on a string of the…
Raging lunatics in their glory, burning down sanctuaries, places that live
My words, my bride, myself, my all on this our wedding night and me e… as magnetic currents pull me out t… taking me to quixotic islands that… Into places go I to exotic jungle…
Of stories told with enchanting to… Sweet breath of jasmine and myrrh Through the still evening air Into the rising sun and beauteous… Riding with symphonic pulses
Treasure Seekers He who climbs the mountain and finds the gold hidden inside,
The Outcast Her tears tasted of sweet and bitt… Her smiles climbed only half way t… As the whole called for its fulfil… But joy is a distant paradise in w…
Beautiful Virginia and her beauti… and her calloused hands and aching… laboring in her garden after the s… grants her permission, assuring her faith in the springti…
The Bounty I live among the Tender green fields Of corn and watch them Waltzing with the
On the road that is paved with soft velvet, I saw and heard choirs of faith singing to the glory of the future. As the seasons roll around the sun, those who make their days productive...
He had a mountain in his heart from the womb through ensuing days with its craggy sides against his… its wild lions roaring in his bold… the taste of adrenalin in his mout…