When the skin feels like a searing… When nature caters to the devil’s… When the cool down feels like year… We’d sell our souls for a cold wat… To feel that soothing coldness on…

Swaying, drifting, new silence dow… quiet dancing in the rivers of the… aquatic gardens, nautical flowers… artistic moving with influential c… touching but not touching,

In the wake of the storm after the tempestuous beatings upon the face of the Earth, when the end seemed like a mythical dream, a fairy tale,

Mother Nature of two faces, seas with glassy roofs and easy ga… seas with melodic whispers and rhythmic rolling, then seas of the swirling labyrint…

Of waters in view of enchanted eye… Rising up yearning to touch the sk… A vision up close to a yonder site… As depth and perception come out t… A make believe land for the roving…

Hail to the triumphant weed, a humanoid brain inside a botanica… a prisoner inside a cell made of f… with a plan to escape through the… pass the guards and out into the o…

From seed to melodic rhyme advanci… Into music upon white stallions pr… Songs from deep down inside the so… Brought to life from an ancient sc… Music awaits with an anxious heart…

Tommy Boy out there with the wolv… amid the battle fields and horses’… bloody banners and razor teeth, volcanic breath and hell fire neat… prancing stallions about the dusty…

The guns of Corona firing at will… crimson bullets of microscopic proportions dipped in poison, the tainted blood of the whores

The upper left hand corner of the story of life, untouched by soiled hands, of the book written by the almight… and blessed in the

Transitory wings of white and gold… beauty in flight and rivers in mot… doors swinging open for the pure a… clarity speaking in a familiar ton… divinity opening up its heart,

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...

As the new love bit into the loin, a primal love coated with scented… that took us into the wilds that led the way through the rusty… with flaming torches

Herbert the broadcast blues man of… lives in his house on Cherry Lane… too scared to come out of his rubb… in fear of the world caving in too… A victim of too much TV he is for…