In praise of mankind the beautiful… the flesh and bones and wit, the development of all the parts, the creation from the high superio… the plan drawn up
Sam grew up in New York City. He learned how to get around with his conniving and shrewdness at an early age. He loved the Yankees and three or four days a week he and his friends wou...
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…
Silent Sunday is not for the silent ones; those who rely on Sunday worship to think of God. If they can’t hear about him on that day, when can they? What about the rest of the week? Is ...
The architect of sound With his soft, soothing, rapid han… Reaching out into the mystic air, Transporting music on a sacred jou… A pilgrimage to a sacred pleasure…
An ode to the farmer who works his… and to him for his fruited crops h… and to he who keeps ourselves aliv… through generations upon generatio… we owe our gratitude to him for hi…
The Empty Sage So much to be gathered, then throw… Stuffing data into tight places No room to breathe, no room to wan… Pure thoughts looking for sacred s…
In the Graveyard Eerie sounds from the cold damp gr… Come whistling though the naked br… Wailing ghouls dressed in tattered… Recite poems composed by the Maca…
Nature’s laws are mandated to nurture the pulse of life and its rejuvenation. Man must open his heart to the ways of nature in order to grow closer to their secrets. Mother Nature is ...
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…
Flamenco Fury Waltzing, but not waltzing Feeling gay, but not smiling Dancing, but not floating Free, but not loose
Gowns of the Maple trees in emera… in summer’s garb and sunshine glea… in proud display post springtime’s… keeping up with fashion’s latest… Maples dress up for summer’s ball,
Earth of deep secrets, her engines… her lava flows, her deep-seated ra… her moods waiting to explode at an… her pride flowing through her brea… her milk saturated with sugar and…
Imagination, That beast named “Neurotica” That crawls into the mind And singes the nerves With its fiery claws
Air of the pure blown away as the devil breathed upon the ear… his puffy cheeks full of poison extracted from lethal streams flowing from from his ghoulish hea…