Mother Nature, the brain that con… the well-being of earth and flesh, our mother of charity and compassi… that oversees our development, that obeys every command
Poetry in the air with eyes of a h… With telephoto lenses And metaphoric wings, And me in their sights, My contented self,
The other world Of imagination and pleasure, Of mobile truths that Cater to our desires and dreams Within a reachable distance,
Soon, a man called Jesus will be born in a stable in Bethlehem, a king among his followers and a rebel against all tyrants who build empires from the backs of slaves. This humble king w...
Some smart phones can talk. Some can hear. Some have eyes. Some have wings. Some have arms.
The heavy pounding beat of the music quieted down to a slow romantic pace, and the lovers took to the floor with their partners. The moment finally arrived where they could dance cheek...
Above the Land We launch our dreams Upon solid ground We see the sky adorned by Its mysterious blue ceiling
From sources and cryptic hideaways… where life is an unseen force, where it moves without arms and le… but colossal wings and adhesive te… where aerial giants roam the busy…
Poor old George was sitting in front of his hand-me-down worn out television set in his seedy hotel room, salivating over the advertisement, “Buy this beautiful brand new Mercedes Benz ...
The Day After The day after today will come to b… My savior with an answer to my ple… A better time when all is clear an… When I can land with my feet
Internal powder kegs, aggression packed up inside ready to explode as it claws at the walls to come out and be heard,
“Help, help, help! There’s a fire burning at Flushing Meadows in Queens, New York. Call 911. Get the fire department out there to put it out. The Mighty Missileman just fired some missi...
A certain kind of music gives me p… It enters my body though a secret… With a snobbish gentleman for a bu… That lives in my soul, Equipped with eloquent speech
As the new love bit into the loin, a primal love coated with scented… that took us into the wilds that led the way through the rusty… with flaming torches
From deep inside the labyrinth of dark corridors and silky walls, the ears of an unknown brigade that heralds and categorizes a certain music of a certain sound…