Old demands aspire to be refreshed… As worn out sounds need their oxyg… Before their expiration as the mus… A fresh new avenue to answer all t… Music is beauty that needs a new f…

The man of courage, honor, and dut… who knew his place in the wicked w… my martyred friend who went to war… who saw the love of freedom in my… and the fear of death in my eyes,

Molded from the hands of her fathe… Fashioned by his authoritarian way… He expected his daughter to accomp… Perfection and nothing short of it… She is only human and not God,

From the soft cushiony life of pleasant thoughts and dreams, of life laying out on a silver pla… of riches settling in the palate with it’s sweet breath

From the busy skies, or bellowing… or whistling winds, or forest nymp… or cathartic fires, or emancipated… someone or something picked me out… me among the crowded streets,

Damn Those Poet Gods Sleepless nights and distant days Through thorns and sordid blinding… Pushed through comfort and rest ab… Steady hands molding faith in doub…

Young man, where do you fit? Are you the right piece of the puz… If you are qualified to fill your… Will you try your hardest to live… To your expectations?

When we judge, we must rid our hearts of all for-taken opinions: else, whatever said or done will be judged by the wrong rule. A previous wrong done to the one who passes judgment will ...

Universal man of varied faces, product of a meticulous design from the blueprint of creation, a plan to adapt to the extreme con… that fuel the violence of nature,

Coming to a head in the days of yo… The tightening grew tauter for eve… As when the British kept us in th… How much longer would this opposit… A rebellion looms ahead it clearly…

Truth Down Below Adam and Eve, how beautiful thou… God’s handiwork woven from dreams The hue, the shapes, the breath, t… With thy nakedness, you meet the e…

Yesterday the world was all mine. I wrapped my fingers around the ea… I brushed it against my cheek. I felt its soft deserts and craggy… I sensed its fragility and weakene…

Come Ride With Me I am of the amusing sort With children all around They say I am a dreamer So I guess I have to agree

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…