At the Crux Here I am at the crux on high Living with life when death’s on n… It comes to me with its bloody tee… Its sword drawn from its gilded sh…
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 ...
The war of the skies in contention with the Earth, of liquid cannon balls shooting ou… hostile clouds, pelting the forests, the homes,
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…
Exemplary Disciples Eternal Joy within is a Brightly burning torch Ignited by the Holy Spirit To be passed on to
Professor Sally, the hottest of t… Teaches the guys about the birds a… With her fingers down and the skir… She shows all the guys the facts o… Her classroom is comprised of the…
Protesters in the days of ever now With rebel faces and wrinkled brow… Insubordinate of the normal kind, Out of sync from the days behind. Dressed in purple without the gree…
Watch out! Head for the hills. Watch out for the killer kills. She’s loaded to the gills with T… That smile of hers taint what you… What a sight to behold for the so…
Solitude, alone from the turbulence in the soul, is a hush of silence that lives and thrives from the lull of the day, as if everything stopped to pay homage to it. It acts by itself w...
Red gossamer skirts shielding secret caves, riding silky avenues high and low, thighs of lustrous white velvet, exposing more secrets along the wa…
We are the chosen ones who God selected when the spirit moved across the waters. We are blessed and cursed by its wayward destinations. Deep inside our soul it came to us for the dawn...
Winter’s vespers in mobile cathedr… That drift in the snow filled skie… Psalms of praise at season’s end, Mother Nature’s eternal blessings Wrapping up Winter’s silent litur…
Parachute my God, my father, my air, my nylon rock, my vault, my owner, my slaver, my life secured, my trusted one, into thy hands I surrender,
Growing Young When we are young We can’t wait To grow older When we are old
Garden of loveliness and lonelines… birds conversing in sophisticated rhythms and expressive pitches, trees bearing luscious green leave… zephyrs rolling off the mountains,