Too much love stifles the freedom of love. Too much truth alienates those who live in fear of it. Too much reasoning analyzes the fun out of laughter. Too much sensitivity takes the ...

Solitary man living on his private… setting up his own way of life, faithful to his convictions, alone in his thoughts and revelati… miles out at sea but yet upon the…

A precious resonance echoed within… A tolling that brought the spirits… A golden sound that clung to my sp… A spiritual sanctification from th… A lingering that lingered not long…

Our private sanctuary lies deep wi… Where divinity has complete contro… Resting with the tranquil days and… Among the lows and subsequent heig… With the eyes of its heart sheddin…

“Hmm,” thought I. “I pressed the button on the phone called the (balabala) button. It says that it might cause a fire…

Where troubadours assemble in the… softening up the words as the casi… the home of rhyme starts to take f… where poetry and the love of poetr… Aesetic feelings blossom in this p…

Chameleon forest of ever-changing… from white to green and all the ot… change from cooler nights and shor… to blend with the climate as it sw… Vibrant golden leaves to red and t…

Propheteers They rise up through desecrated cr… From schools so cold as winter’s f… Wearing fancy garb and wayward tru… Looking for empty souls with virgi…

The beautification of an angel Of unassuming substantial beauty, A spirit made into flesh and bones… Fallen to the earth from the heave… Sitting beside the waters in her s…

Waterfall of a perilous beauty, of pastel wings and thorns about, angel abodes with demonic doors, living water falling down from deadly currents breathing life int…

“Hear ye, hear ye, beholders of th… After winter’s wrath come Spring-… The gardens are all aglow in yello… and red and orange of primordial t… Mother Nature is kind to us once…