Brain Machines They run themselves out of touch In communication with nature as su… With overbearing voices they all s… You have nothing I know what you’…
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…
I vow not to give up on life. Through the years, my body will tire; but my spirit will be like a seeded field in midwinter that dreams of running brooks and flowering valleys. I will ...
The giver in us, the mighty force of the Almighty, the hammer of the Holy Spirit, the builder of the conscience, the walls of the house of humanity…
As the old looks upon the young in the same manner when they were… under the influence of controlling… those primal urges, those invading sexual desires,
When the Devil’s fire gets too ho… And the seed is scattered O’er hill and dale, And the kindled skin becomes ablaz… And the blood overruns its banks,
Words buried beneath the turbulent… for deep meditations to dig them o… shining a bright light for them to… are for us to embrace as a soothin… O sweet words that melt away the c…
Imagination, That beast named “Neurotica” That crawls into the mind And singes the nerves With its fiery claws
Romance When language turned to liquid When the skies changed their color When life began its transformation When moderation became intoxicated
Our man Norm, The man in the middle Who wears size medium, Taller than the shortest And fatter than the slimmest,
“How dare you interrupt my avenue to bliss?” says he with no ties to one religion. His heart is full of love, the state of mind and being that all religions controlled by man, aspire to...
From the pacific skies comes the f… in the mystic winds from an outwar… from a bursting star in the night-… rocks catch on fire, break loose,… Lava cools down and splits into pi…
Sympathy Pain is a story of Its own private hell The Devil’s own drama Has too much to tell
Skirts and money in their rising. The bigger the pile, the higher the skirt. The higher the skirt,
Mountains too high are mountains conquerable. Conundrums are the lore of the clerisy that clarify themselves as they reach into the mind of man and stimulate his curiosity and invigorat...