Hands so soft and woven into silk with sweet succulence and mother’s… and quiet rivulets in the still of… as the zephyrs roam and the breeze… and hands as powerful as the rolli…
The Fruit Of Courage Sentries with their razor like spe… Their anxious hearts pumping lava, Their hands that crush battleships… Their arms made out of tempered st…
The Weeping Lyre Songs wrapped around tender string… As angels weep and heaven sings As lyres melt into liquid love And love swims into paradise above
Revenge is a vindictive reaction to a sin committed. It rides with the adrenalin rush that envelops our being. With the same degree of wickedness that evil breathed into our spirit, w...
Standing before the tainted altar, the unhallowed temple of the beast from the chapel of pleasure, adorned with red and black windows… with gargoyles protruding from the…
Braggart of the terrestrial world, the grand master of the theologian… the one whose eyes and ears collect all the drama of the earth and stuffs it in his big swollen h…
Oh, the sweetness of the surging r… the way they feel as the body quiv… the thrilling ride to the highest… the heart and soul ecstatic as the… sweet adrenalin pounding against t…
Life is a turbulence within the ca… a sea divided, a one sided comfort, a one sided trial, a philosophy to combine the two,
Dear God. The pipers played the proud battle songs of all warriors, and the sound shook through my veins as I rose up to meet my enemy. Through the night we fought in your honor even ...
Aberration Conversations heeded From voices inside From unknown sources From some other God
Passion, the life that’s lived thr… That finding every emotion to take… To refine that emotion ‘tis the si… As he submerges himself into a sea… With beauty as his need and his on…
Mother Nature of assorted colors, Of green and brown and tinted othe… Through seasons of joy and of lame… She whitens them all which heaven… Softly to the ground with the swir…
When power begins its Annual weakening And shadows grow longer, The rays begin to sag. The sun grows weary
The exhibition was set for the first day of summer. The local artists in the town had a chance to display their works. It was a splendid day, warm and sunny. It seemed like the clouds...
The Commander Music through its wild pipes Screaming melodies from nature’s p… Though sometimes a violet’s sigh A laughing rage, a forsaken presid…