Secrets stored inside as the seaso… a silent knowing of the roving sun… encased in an armor of iron and wo… in rigid vaults to the weather wit… secrets of the rising from low to…

My hat, my own, My possession, my slave, My rain repellentthinger, My object, my dummy, My lumpa’ felt, felted lump,

Deep down inside our soul lie two internal wills, one controlled by God and the other reinvented by man. God is the “full steam ahead one,” while man with his continual doubting, contr...

Passing through salivating lips, life’s sustaining ingredients move toward them to be processed. Rivers flow into them and lose their identity as they disappear into larger bodies. Wo...

The Life of Life I see colors and shapes Dancing in space I see soft lines Moving through valleys

Song of colors, hands of lofted co… colors with wings, with airy shape… with dancing rainbows that follow the storm, that rise with the scarlet morn

“My world is full of you, In my dreams and waking hours, Leading me through the maze, Through virgin jungles And across windblown deserts,

Lidmen of the highest echelon, snobs in the upper rooms thereon, commanders of the package men, make’em tough til the very end. Wrap them only for the intellectua…

Scalpels, the knives of the physic… the ruler of life and death, the good of the pain inflicted, the pathway to future’s well-being… the agony before the euphoria,

The Flood Sometimes good, sometimes bad Sometimes heavenly, sometimes evil Sometimes needful, sometimes super… Sometimes helpful, sometimes ineff…

Beautiful Laura in a chiffon dres… Twisting legs under dire distress Swirling above the seas in rapid m… A ballarina above the restless oce… Sweet Laura, slave of the wicked…

Transitory wings of white and gold… beauty in flight and rivers in mot… doors swinging open for the pure a… clarity speaking in a familiar ton… divinity opening up its heart,