From seed to melodic rhyme advanci… Into music upon white stallions pr… Songs from deep down inside the so… Brought to life from an ancient sc… Music awaits with an anxious heart…
Mother of life, I live from you, Your eternal throbbing, your tears… Your milk, your blood, your garden… Your central strongholds, your ars… The hub in the middle of life,
Little Boy Lost I’m a little boy lost in a manly b… Who dreams of courage and manly fe… Too fearful to venture away from h… Comes a time to catch up to life
My work devoured me. It took my hands and placed them at the controls of my labor. It took my mind to infinite depths that was controlled by divine powers that graced me with its stre...
Volcanoes, those wild beasts that rule the fields around them, spit out their guts whenever they feel like it. They laugh and play like lion cubs. They rise above the mountain and look ...
I am made of wood. I lie down under an assortment of bodies. Some are nervous, some are scared, and some are demonstrative. I love the feeling of ballet dancers, because they are gra...
Music with its melodic scalpels, slices its way through the intelle… on its way to the ear of the heart on a journey of good intentions; that instills spontaneous feelings
No matter if our self-esteem has gone astray or still with us, we are still a consultant to someone who needs it. Those who even idle away their days and nights become dreamers and can...
Ancient Gods at home in their sec… lords of the wind and conductor of… all powerful in mind, body, and de… creator and designer of the curren… surveyors at work a million and ni…
Black & white separated by many oc… but drawn together by far-reaching… Oh black, how thy color glistens i… and how thy color appears when day… and how you describe the mysteriou…
A Quiet Space Too full, too much, too loud, too… Piling on piles, shouting over sho… Stuffed into spaces, into forgotte… Every moment crammed with throwawa…
Down, down deep and deeper yet, down the corridor and then some mo… in a musty cell in a cold, damp pr… on another island in the same ocea… is the home of the latent beast
The Fruit Of Courage Sentries with their razor like spe… Their anxious hearts pumping lava, Their hands that crush battleships… Their arms made out of tempered st…
The Bounty I live among the Tender green fields Of corn and watch them Waltzing with the
Torches burn in the daylight time from the ire of the sun and air co… Dog days entrench in summer’s fare… as August heats up without a care. The tropics begin their northern t…