Echoes of yesteryear pass down in… from tree to tree as the seasons p… They are the melodies of the whisp… that sing through the branches as… An Autumn song to the falling lea…
Winter’s Fantasies Of sun’s radiance Of fruitful plains, warming days Of sleepy willows Of hot lazy afternoons
Apollonian potential, skeletal perfection, flesh of ivory and ebon alabaster as drawn up on the drawing board, blue print of intelligence
Passion boiling and running throug… Racing with the antelopes and purp… Burning up the words of romantic p… With nothing spoken and none compo… A love story up in flames by the r…
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…
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
Artisans of the Arctic, working a… looking for supplies and taking st… search for one colossal piece of m… to test its buoyancy and put on tr… They cut symmetrical pieces of pat…
Traveling at a high rate of speed Like the wings of a humming bird, From fruitful melodies And higher cliffs, Where music reached into the cloud…
The Fox The bill collector so cometh, Up the path, up the way Gotta pick up my sign “Beware, I’m sick
Prelude to the morn, the dawn of d… the voyage of the sun that’s here… and the roaring fires from the pit… and the way they dance in rhytm an… and turn their eyes to the darknes…
Macho Man The cards were stacked against me Life so cruel, would not let me be All I had was my strength and my… One step ahead of who’s out for th…
In praise of mankind the beautiful… the flesh and bones and wit, the development of all the parts, the creation from the high superio… the plan drawn up
Orchestral sounds from August fields, droning choirs of creatures small, of crickets in the
My return, my self again restored, the me of poetic convictions, of l… of dreams flying back to me in viv… climbing back into my rusty mind a… my empty parchment that waits for…
Above the Pain Mount Calvary, that hill so far a… Our martyr hung for the wind to sw… Above the pain, that earthly feeli… Suspended between ground and ceili…