Good Sportsmanship One winner, one loser One ecstatic One disheartened The only way

If the birds are bound by music, why can’t I be? I can do away with rhetoric and pride. I can live among the forest and plains. I can commune with the sounds of nature by listening i...

Reflections upon the glassy waters in clear days of none that bothers looking at life and the glossiness… of when it was a glorious ride and… as is the surface riled up by the…

Paradise lives right around the co… With its yellow eves growing ever… Her feet suspended in the sky, Among the clouds and upward high. She is an angel as soft as snow,

Fantasies Reinvented Little girl, whose fantasies will… From tea parties and talking dolls From happy giants and polka dot ho… To what your body tells you to dre…

Gray piled upon the restless gray In yonder skies before me eyes, Of beauty swirling round and round… Ominous clouds from waters on up, Spiraling up to the nervous skies…

Crocuses of gallantry cutting thro… steadly rise from stouthearted emb… as heroines braving the cruel wint… digging through late Winter’s snow… They rise up above in their vibran…

She spirals up to the sun on a gra… clinging to a gilded wire to a mel… She churns and floats as all aeria… with the music claiming its proud… It lifts her up as she soars with…

They hang in the skies, gathering up their armies and arsenals from tropical masses and oceans of charity. Their thunderous clapping that announces the arrival of tempestuous fury are ...

Ah, the passion of the throbbing r… The heated waltz with a flaming bl… The crying guitars and bleeding fi… The busy feet and the song that li… The intensive eyes and the look of…

My high priest, my hierarchy from… a compassionate dictator, a benevo… a part of me that I didn’t know, a hidden river of divine secrets, an accumulation of all perceptions…