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…
Diggerman What did you find today? With morality in mind to obey Was it truths too hard to reveal? Locked inside for anxiety to feel?
Philadelphia of yore on this very… Upon our chasing the British away… On July fourth, seventeen seventy… An assemblage of delegates in the… Came to sign a declaration of inde…
Written on the Face As moods shift like the sand So the eyes become their shadows In their shifting manner When worry agitates the quiet soul
The old man and his bottle of wine… His landing on the bottom to come… His weathered face telling sad, sa… His only pleasure is his drunken f… The will of God is all about the…
After Mr. Roughbottom arose from his night’s sleep, he noticed that his feet were pointed in the wrong direction. When he meant to walk over to the bathroom, he ended up in the closet. ...
Mellow Strings Sounds so mellow my spirit softens Rising from the grave it slowly hu… To a new day, a new song, forever… Singing to the brooks and with the…
My seclusion and my quietude, My happiness and my solitude, My paradise and my contented home, My royal kingdom with me upon the… ‘Tis I, the ruler of my thoughts,
Flying words from Thesaurus bomba… With purple wings and yellow eyes, Riding upon haughty steeds Through the redden clouds, With scepters pointed onward,
Tears at the Funeral We weep for our loved ones Gone from us forever Torn away by life That draws us together
All is calm and all is clear When voices speak from upward tier… Power surges and assurance rolls When a new spirit calls to empty s… Heaven speaks in a language unknow…
Mountain crests sit upon their thr… As kings and tyrants rule from the… Dictators dictate the way of the w… Around and about as the winding be… As lieges travel the mountains on…
Red and yellow dressed in Autumn… and days set aside from all the ot… seasons into seasons as time never… painting the forests and the unset… Mother Nature keeps busy like all…
When mother and father first met, Through the magic of affinity yet, As he placed her upon her pedestal… She said, “I do” to his proposal. Duty has a way of grounding dreams
Thalia, Euterpe, and Terpsishore, three naughty mythical muses, conspiring at liberty, having fun with my mind, making me dance at funerals,