Love gates on pleasure’s path of deep crimson soaked in myrrh, wide open for passion’s run, past a fleet of words with the scent of love and love’s garden
As old geezers say, ”Enough is en… Hooking up all their chaotic stuff… Computers, TVs, telephones, remot… Electronic conundrums for us old g… Before we go completely insane,
Her eyes at the end of the tunnel, her beacon that shows the way out, out of the darkness that dimmed th… an alluring light that reaches to… a flame that warms up their outer…
A man without a prop and a steady… A man alone in the windy rain, With faith locked inside his beati… A seafaring merriment without a ch… A romp among the rocks of jagged s…
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
Into the fires of the dark holes, Through the valleys of the Sodomi… On red hot roads paved in blood, The land of the dead but the livin… Felines crawling out from the rock…
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,
Ancient Gods at home in their sec… lords of the wind and conductor of… all powerful in mind, body, and de… creator and designer of the curren… surveyors at work a million and ni…
That Special Night I found it deep within my soul That power, that steaming current… Turning my timid spirit into a rag… My life into a book without a page
Perpetual fliers of the old and ne… Claiming their place in the skies As they did when the trees were bo… And the rivers began their running… A sight to behold,
Beautiful Dreamer Beautiful Dreamer ‘tis me alone a… In the dark, though memories made… Stage is set I see thee clearly Your sweet flesh my passion runs f…
Technology is an island close by With data written in the pink sand… With legibility and accessibility The major concern, Reaching out to millions
Sounds of Freedom As the ordinary grows tired And the music sits still Old avenues lose their luster And bright colors begin to fade
Songs of Nature Horns and flutes and strings and d… Birds and bears and wolves and cat… Nature’s calling through forest an… Into the orchestra and into the so…
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...