Tickling the non-ticklishable is l… tickling the humor haters, or a hater who loves haters of lovers, or tickling those non-laughers at a barrel of laughing monkeys sh…

Scalpels, the knives of the physic… the ruler of life and death, the good of the pain inflicted, the pathway to future’s well-being… the agony before the euphoria,

Aggression is a paradox of good and evil with each seeking dominance in the soul of man. The good builds up society and the evil tears it down. It is the eternal energetic force in the ...

Of chordal blending and potent sac… and jasmine sprewing into music fi… heaven sinking down into earthen p… into melodious gardens as harmonic… earth and sky mingling with each o…

Mother Nature, the brain that con… the well-being of earth and flesh, our mother of charity and compassi… that oversees our development, that obeys every command

On a cold damp night Faith in a warming voice Arrived at my doorstep Like the invisible wind Though I couldn’t see it

The Seed An ode to the beginning That has no end A life that can expire But leave its legacy

Rousing spine from soft melodic fi… left in the trail and such as musi… when it sings so softly as a muted… reveling in the melody for ever an… floating in deep space and so beyo…

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.

Celestial Man Of the flesh, but heavenly conceiv… A celestial man on a dangerous mis… Man of steel and man of tenderness Man of unconditional and unbiased…

When power begins its Annual weakening And shadows grow longer, The rays begin to sag. The sun grows weary

Outside boy living in his chosen r… swirling with the madness in his h… listening to the commanding voices… and the music of the demon playing The Aberation of the Gods of Baa…

Serenade to the Sun An ode to the phantom mountains Peaking out through nocturnal curt… The break of day for cellos lament… As darkness fades to night owls re…

Days of yore when the moon was a mystic sphere, a quixotic poem for… a silver private island in the sky encased in the finest porcelain as the heads of colossal benevolent g…