Run Barkley run as if you were ri… on the fires of the lightning bolt… from the nostrils of the raging Te… racing with the fleets of time in your acts of demolition upon th…

Winter’s vespers in mobile cathedr… That drift in the snow filled skie… Psalms of praise at season’s end, Mother Nature’s eternal blessings Wrapping up Winter’s silent litur…

That foxy ole’ leprechaun is at it… Telling me he’s my very best frien… A confidant, a buddy, a patron sai… Painted some stones with a gold co… To me he came with a gleam in his…

Rhythmic waves dashing crashing, expanded ripples racing from the c… Poseidon blowing out his despotic… mountains of waters in their unres… lines of ivory steel in unison,

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

Flowers come into view as nature’s trumpets, sounding the arrival of spring. Bedecked with all her exquisite gems

Hitlady lady inside her lair, a hitman man type lady fair, is a shady lady with a big hit whi… intact and stacked and all that sh… Her skirts are on their rising up…

I have no words to say and no thoughts to think. I am a mute with no mind at all. I stare at my empty manuscript and long for inspiring words that enrich my soul and exalt my spirit. ...

Mortal Glamour Come ye see the white wings of dea… See them converging at the final b… Snow white lambs come flocking to… The spectacle of death and bloodsh…

Thank God for the Louis Pasteurs of the world, for the ones with his ingenuity, a mind capable of coming up with a vaccine to eradicate