Oh sacred liaison, The link between God and me, My mother of grace and love, From you I was born. Each link is imbued with kindness

My old jalopy of better days past, with your fenders hanging off and old worn out parts, as you go rattling down the road, please make it up to the next bend…

Profanity It emerges from the most unexpecte… Like lava shooting thru’ a rose’s… Its temperament is molded by gentl… But gentle is too quiet and too co…

Deep down under the frozen earth, sound asleep away from the heat lies the motionless body of a lily… dead but not dead, a heartbeat away from

Those strong arms of Mother Natur… That pull you into the heat of lif… Those pulsations of the hungry hea… That drive you to the threshold of… Those sublime rhythms of the spiri…

Time to dress up for the gala of s… Heralding in the new with life and… Every ear heedful to Mother Natur… Finds everything scurrying up to m… The grasses peaking up through the…

Thievery His eyes are windows to the soul Hell’s fire through a blackened ho… His hardened life knows no tranqui… To find his prey he drifts into th…

The pure the wild of passion’s bl… waters of the Styx and the child a… paradise lost and something new lost in the heat of the witch’s br… charging buffalos and lambs united

Bring on the rains. Twist the skies and make them scre… Run them into an unfamiliar enviro… Send the thunder to wake up the az… Bring on the long-forgotten rains.

Our man Norm, The man in the middle Who wears size medium, Taller than the shortest And fatter than the slimmest,

It reaches down as heaven sent for… With velvet wings to earthly port, To lovers on the verge of love’s c… To follow through with heaven’s pl… Love machines running on sweet per…