My brother, my sister, my equal, You of high esteem and most releva… You in a place before me in the wo… A place that we share in our heart… Of greater anticipation and yearni…

Skirts and money in their rising. The bigger the pile, the higher the skirt. The higher the skirt,

—R.I.P.— —Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 - —Killed in action— —On May 27, 2017 - —In Afghanistan—

Melody on air, sacred Psalms in the wind, drifting rivers above the clouds in the lazy skies, music in its melodic flowing

Sweater sweater, ole Mr. Yetter, who sweats in his sweater no matter what the weather, who sweats and sweats

Lonely Violin My love, my woman, my angelic song Your whole body holds a Gentle sweetness destined for me Your subtle waist a sculptor’s dre…

Tempest Rising Blue skies and gentle breezes up a… Mother Nature’s a kind lady, nobl… She smiles as we push off at the e… Darkened skies and phantom seas be…

Feathers stroking the spirit withi… running to the heart in poetic sin… stirring up the heart with a wizar… with old remedies and something ne… softly as is in the early morning…

Daughters of the earth in full glo… Dressed in silk chiffon and gold t… Tears and beauty sous les yeux, In full view before my starry eyes… Suspended between earth and sky,

While Mr. Jamison was walking his dog in the woods one day, he stepped on a big rock and turned his ankle in the process. What a klutz. His house wasn’t too far away, so he was able to ...

Microscopic cannon balls fired from inferno pits, the lungs of the Prince of Darkness, located a million miles

Hell’s inferno riding upon the sea… choirs singing excerpts from the d… sliding through the fissures into… no stopping, no mercy, right on th… an assault upon all living things…