Love in Transit New love, what am I to do? My mounted pride, how much to undo… Do you leave when I have nothing? My broken spirit among its offerin…

Walking down a perfect path, Leading into a perfect forest Of perfect trees with perfect leav… He came about the perfect damsel Sitting by a stream with her

The ongoing battles with the welln… are the never-ending wars inside h… The inevitable attacks that never… are of the devil’s arming itself with spears and battle-axes

Sorcery and pleasure, my heart be… Her magic and my magic together fo… She of beauty and what it does to… and me of the earth and land and s… Her magic gets inside of me and tw…

Breakers Conformity and tradition of the sa… Browns and yellows, both matched t… Blues and grays living in another… Colors accustomed to their separat…

Thank God for the Louis Pasteurs of the world, for the ones with his ingenuity, a mind capable of coming up with a vaccine to eradicate

Poet scribes in obedience to the language of the spirits are the tr… sanctioned by the divine spirit in… that hover above and into the hear… They give them the words to write…

Your Lover Awaits You You who think you’re so ugly Have powers you don’t know A charm that you who cannot see To someone you can let it flow

All is calm, all is easy, all is s… The pathway of the Saga is clear… The deck hands under Jake’s comma… are singing and pulling up the sat… The crabs are clean and enormous i…

Jet stream rogues of the commandin… children of the manic tempest at p… snaking their own way through the yielding skies, breaking ranks and running amuck

Dear God. The pipers played the proud battle songs of all warriors, and the sound shook through my veins as I rose up to meet my enemy. Through the night we fought in your honor even ...