Poet engines in the still of the d… As the supple pistons begin to swa… Moving up and down and outward bou… Playing with the lions and goblins… Moving away but yet inside the min…

The Observer Oh to look and not be seen Behind walls and forest green The secret journey of the wind An account of how and where it’s b…

The slopes behind my school of yes… are still rolling through my mind… Sledding down the hills and feelin… are my Bunker Hill memories still… We dashed over there when school w…

Stallions flying in the blackened sky, galloping steeds, chariots ablaze, liquid smoke of copper red, streaming across the firmament,

Looking at life through wisdom eye… Looking at evil with its careful p… Looking at the dark side With a discerning light Looking at fateful dreams

Cool and Refreshed Black clouds for scorched meadows… Beautiful as they swarm the skies… Their stored up moisture about to… A heroic poem versed for summer’s…

He is the best in the business; one helluva player. Besides being blessed with the strength of a gorilla and the agility and swiftness of a cheetah, he can see the play develop before ...

Up high on the stage, Where hours melt into minutes, And minutes into seconds, And seconds into nothing, Where music eats up time

Half human, half beast, living in the soul of man with six claws, two paws, two hands, ten fingers, protruding fangs, pearly teeth,

Ameba Pride Lift your heads high amebas If you have heads to lift If you don’t have heads Then what do you have?

Business and Music He hears music from his heart Of passion flowing like busy river… Heavy pounding and floating air An ode to throbbing extremities

The takeover of the beast in a peaceful remote village nestled against the Altai Mountain Range where Emo was born,

Far into the beyond and then beyon… Where the imagination is the eyes, Prudence the brains, And courage the heart, We plan each step along the way,