“Behold, ‘Tis beauty before me ey… I saw her rising with the dawn, Mounting her steed on a fiery clou… Racing across the sky at noontide, Casting shadows in the mountains,
Sweet cello tears dripping from the walls of the caves, rolling over rocks and flesh, the crying earth, the weeping trees,
Up to the soaring eagle and back down to the minuscule sea below, site of wiry lines inching forth before its eyes, smiling at the sun and
Some Cupids don’t get it right. Some Cupids see the light. Some Cupids fly around in a cloud… Some Cupids stand above the crowd… Some Cupids don’t know how to fly…
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…
Do not act upon thy aggression if thou are not satisfied with what you have. If you still envy others and want to possess what is theirs, work hard to rid yourself of that aggressive fe...
High above the highest mount, the temple of morality glistens in the sun as its defiant voices echo through the valleys. Humanity smiles at humanity and wipes away its tears while the ...
The seasons rode in on the wings of fate and foiled my attempts to prolong them. My procrastinations smoothed over the devastation of truth that would have haunted me through my sleepl...
Deep into the air of the frigid sk… Eyes unseen but eyes of the wise, Good health to you as they rightly… Invigoration is the word for on th… Take to the trails and wander fort…
With all its strength and assuranc… its mechanical intelligence, it took a hold of me with its iron… and took me high and beyond, slowly escalating up to the crest.
Falling down to unknown depths from high homes and pure thoughts and each day a further falling with the dark side of man in contr… pushing him down the stairs
Two brothers were born from the same womb. One could memorize countless words from the dictionary and adapt them to his speech. The other brother, a poet, was blessed with the ability...
Behind the prison doors he sat. The top of his head had lost almost all of its gray hairs. He looked down at the barren floor of his cell, deep in thought. If only I could have felt ...
Lithesome fingers swaying in the s… attached to heavenly hands and arm… attached to the sisters of the elegant order, blow perfume clouds
Artists of the new, the bold, the… poets with wolves in their blood escorting them to the forest maze, a no man’s land of thickets and th… or a land of virgin nymphs