I am made of wood. I lie down under an assortment of bodies. Some are nervous, some are scared, and some are demonstrative. I love the feeling of ballet dancers, because they are gra...
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…
Ancient killers and contemporary k… Pterodactyls and jet fighter plane… Knuckles and grenades Battle-axes and missiles Spears and assault rifles
Staring; Vladimir Putler and Adolf Hitlin
Silent song, the air with no obstr… nothing to bend it, to shape it, t… to color it, to make it sing, a river without a bank, without a… a story without a plot, a poem wit…
Beauty with her enchanting smiles climbs into our beings and massages all our senses and leaves us yearning for more. In her grasp is where pleasure prevails and paradise begins. She ...
Batter up to the plate he comes to… chewing tobacco as to the ground h… staring at the pitcher with intrep… his confidence moved up and up on… Strike one on the outside corner o…
Into the power, that relentless pu… That rides with the wind and noble… Out from the mouth of the Almight… With fists of velvet and saintly d… Beyond the forests and over the tr…
They hang in the skies, gathering up their armies and arsenals from tropical masses and oceans of charity. Their thunderous clapping that announces the arrival of tempestuous fury are ...
As the old man lied upon his deathbed, his smile was gleaming and his eyes were full of rapture. His once boisterous speech was quieted down to a faint whisper. His trembling lips utt...
Deep down where in our sanctuary l… Houses of comfort and houses of lo… Where comfort is four walls of sai… And longings are windows to look o… Feeling pleasure in the viewing,
As anger mounts and the battles wa… The wild beast breaks out from its… All hell breaks loose and anxiety… Like zephyrs growing into tumultuo… We look to the skies with wonder a…
‘Twas after his exhausted paint brush bid farewell to its final caress upon the torrid canvas, that he stood amazed at the power that took over him and guided him through his work. Una...
Dancing with dancers in a silent s… Speaking not but swinging in const… Like the ocean talks and the tides… And the waves dash and the foam ri… The unification of Neptunian rite…
The fog shrouded the moors like an ugly gray blanket, and the valley smelled like death. The howling from the wolves was the only sound that could be heard. In the stillness, I awoke,...