Confrontations Me with my illusionary shifting sa… My truth tailored to my own size My hopes relinquished, my fantasie… Like the old dying and the new com…

As the course of love churns ahead and the feet feel the ground again and the weights and measures resur… as the new life comes back to the… reality wraps its arms

Songs of the colors and the air th… the stories, the moods, the joy, t… music of the solace and music of t… music of the drought and of the fa… the color of heaven adorned in vir…

Big mountains, tempest fury, big mouth, power empowering, pounding flesh, uprooting trees, black sun rising, dusty rain, flocks of geese out of cadence,

Music in the sound of the wanderin… Of skyborne vibrations broken up i… Fragments of rhyme and passion gro… From careful and valiant poetic so… Of seeds with sweet effervescent f…

When the music is a runaway horse, and the frantic pulses run their c… and the nerves jump out of their h… as the frantic fires heat up the c… and the music loses its poetic cha…

Artisans with an eye for the embellishment of the clouds under the auspices of the patrons of the arts and crafts… mount their eager steeds,

The other day while scratching my back, I came up with a brilliant observation. Since Michael Strahan scratches his back, he does the same thing I do. We must be of the same mold; broth...

The lonely passage in the overture called for the violins to join in and embrace the sound like lovers in their joyful compelling moment, that unified bliss. They didn’t look for the o...

Aerial beasts from the devil’s dom… hidden warriors of the polluted sk… equipped with deadly weapons of mass destruction, with wiry wings to battle the thun…

The Light I traveled afar through secret cav… Around dark corners and hidden sta… Into the silent abyss, a sinister… Demons flapping their anxious wing…

Beauty up front and beauty inside Where beacons of gilded chasms res… Inner strength and fragile sentime… Battle fit and penetrable armament… Brazen rainbows and feeble skies