The Utopia of the modern world to… God undivided from the same lump o… Christians and Muslims, Ramadan a… The avenue to God, but a differen… To find the paradise is the golden…
Lowest Levels Hell’s paradise slithers on the fl… Serpents, demons, and laughing who… As water pines for lower levels Humanity dances at demonic revels
Her magic eyes waved a magic wand as they reached deep down into my inner soul. Everything that was under her spell left me bewitched
Brain Music Music pours into my head But not through my heart Moving along analytical avenues Into empty tombs
The Perils of Love While her womanly attributes begin… My lust and my passion take me wit… She’s still too young to know what… The kind that is sealed with a sea…
The Betrayal Friendships and cathedrals Built with earnest intent From the ground up to The very highest peak
Big hands are pulling me out of a… I’m scared and start to cry, Then look around. There is a big happy lady With tears in her eyes.
Weather and Free Will God mixed hot and cold to bring mo… Weather took over upon its departu… Freedom broke loose from his comma… Scouting green pastures to safely…
Of your artistic shapes and moods, pictorial playground of the azure… lofted oceans and soft white waves… home of dreams and imagination, where riders ride on white stallio…
Songs in the silence, in the vacuo… the muffling of the anxious day, a a serenade of the heavenly harps, an ode to the planets in their tur… typanis speaking with feathered ma…
Come Ride With Me I am of the amusing sort With children all around They say I am a dreamer So I guess I have to agree
Dear God. Thank you for creating us in the image of you. Thank you for the Holy Spirit within us. Thank you for designing mankind with physical attributes to withstand the searing su...
The life of plant and animal running parallel to each other early greenery and infant frolicki… lilacs smiling at the rising sun climbing out of their succulent
Longer nights and shorter days up… as the Old Father Time has done a… according to the lore of nature an… his days are full of work, a perpe… He runs into autumn without losing…
That Sound You with your silky hands Your hallowed golden strands Surround me with thy rousing voice… Your sober laments and your rejoic…