Comes a time when the battering di… When the pain is a never ending sa… When the arsenals are like the nak… When resistance is a sapling again… When the calm goes into the wild,

Crocuses of gallantry cutting thro… steadly rise from stouthearted emb… as heroines braving the cruel wint… digging through late Winter’s snow… They rise up above in their vibran…

I am a musician and this is my testimony. The God’s of music had me in their sights as they invaded my soul and directed my heart to only desire what dwells behind the surface of the m...

Big, Big Lou, the wham bam man, From all around the damn lamb ran. Browntown Mountain and all around… Sound to ground, the big brown hou… Big, Big Lou with a barrel of rum…

Woman of the flaming darkness With torches on the door Of her gilded cave With roses sweetening the air, She of mesmerizing eyes, glossy th…

That Magic Wand There it goes again in its thrilli… Turning the ordinary into the extr… With its rallying sounds that ratt… Pointing its spears at my tedious…

From the Utopian spirit of yester… From up higher than the upper stra… From trumpets heralding a moral pl… Sounding forth from a sacred land, The foundation of fatherhood is fo…

Those strong arms of Mother Natur… That pull you into the heat of lif… Those pulsations of the hungry hea… That drive you to the threshold of… Those sublime rhythms of the spiri…

The guns of Corona firing at will… crimson bullets of microscopic proportions dipped in poison, the tainted blood of the whores

Rocky roads left behind and forgot… melted down into white satin by the breath of the southern wind suface lined with rainbow dust smoothing miles up ahead