Spirit of Captain Jack hovering o… captain of the bottle caps brigade… He twists the frigg’n cap to the r… when left I try to twist’n fight. A whammy is what he sent to me on…
Beautiful Danger You with your dark knights in the… Dancing to the rites of the macabr… Your sweet arsenals on the alert Your honeyed poison on your lips
He pulls words out of the open ski… As fires sprinkle their sightly pl… Bravery is a soft romantic escapad… Riding stallions through cosmic ro… The skies, his fun-filled playgrou…
Reality is the independent existen… of something apart from another th… that derives from ideas concerning… The truth of something stands alon… and needs nothing more to define i…
Children of the earth, the boys of… alone and confused in search of re… a one boy’s quest to become notice… to exercise his power over others, to make them fearful and intimidat…
What was supposed to be a day of great joy for David, turned out to be a day of suffering. The people at his book signing were buying his books at an alarming rate, but still he was sad...
somewhere between earth and sky, at the boundary of the real and the abstract where the giants draw the sun out of the earth and marvel at its glossiness. They gather the clouds to thei...
Our dependency on God starts in the womb, and our reverence to life begins at infancy. It is pure and fascinating. Smiles are abounding as we learn to reciprocate and nourish them. O...
Beauty on a pedestal in the crimson light with colors dancing, heavens of poetic delight and lovely rapture coming alive and inching closer,
Sun of morning’s dimly lit behind perforated canopies of faded red and diluted orange metal clouds of brownish purple rising from the tombs of the earth
Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking
A song to be sung by a select few, Those who love their labor true, Those who toil with love in their… Who work the fields 'til day depar… Alone from those who idle the day…
Scalermen at the foot of the beast, the mountain reaching into the mystifying clouds with its peak buried
Maturity of thought is like the thickening of the shell that keeps on binding the spirit until all freedom of imagination is locked inside and looking to find its way out. When we are ...
If we lived for A thousand years, Learning every day Something new, We would soon realize