Cupid at his heavenly desk, His romantic plan on his drawing b… With his bow and arrow at his fing… His heart filled mind in waiting, Looks for you among a large crowd

Black is the color of the witch’s… Her face of gray and icy blue, Wolves and their ever persistent h… Holding up the full moon falling. Of ghouls and goblins at the gathe…

Out of the reach of fear and despair, beyond the feel of the pain, the grasping of its evil arms around our well-being,

Sky and waters, angels and beasts, sky thickened, tempest anxious, glassy seas beneath the siting, black angels pacing, swooping down… fingers flailing, searching, cravi…

Behold, a green monster up ahead, Hiding in caves and in your dreams… Looking for the right time to come… A wish come true, where affluence… That illusive monster with slipper…

Currents of red and freshly green Streams of stardust and stately cl… Moving outward from vibrant billow… Lovely air passing through the wil… Trumpets converting sound into col…

Nature’s Vicissitude The snows of winter so tired and w… A vicissitude of days gone dreary Water’s dancing down the hills Through meadows adorned with daffo…

Old salt deep sea lover, seafarer of yesteryears and up ahe… riding atop nature’s briny waves with a song of the wind blowing kisses against the dancing…

Mr. Leprechaun, what’s on your za… Did you hide your gold for me to f… Did you put it at the rainbow’s en… Do you think I would look to find… Do you think I’d fall for your cr…

“Hmm,” thought I. “I pressed the button on the phone called the (balabala) button. It says that it might cause a fire…

We rise, we fall, then rise again. We dust ourselves off, then we beg… To work, to rebuild, to follow the… As if tragedy never came into our… Tragedy, the bearer of two differe…

You have reached the East Side Doctor’s Clinic. Please say in the phone either Dr. Schmutz or Dr. Poopoo. “ “Oh no, not another one of those automated answering devices. I hope we can c...

From the mouth of the darkened sky That snarls and blows the rains aw… Air machines in maddened churning From unholy pits of inferno’s burn… Curse the stillness of the content…