We owe all the knowledge we got from the man who invented the wheel and all the tribesmen he inherited “his” knowledge from. From this, the mechanics of transportion took root and branc...
Molded from the hands of her fathe… Fashioned by his authoritarian way… He expected his daughter to accomp… Perfection and nothing short of it… She is only human and not God,
More precious than the royal emera… or nature’s once in a lifetime spe… or the running of the dried up riv… or the words in my mind without an… I keep them sealed under lock and…
Some mothers try to break loose but can’t, even if they rebel against the laws of intuition that are branded into their being. The bonding with the sinewy fibers of supreme thought tie ...
Black is the color of the witch’s… Her face of gray and icy blue, Wolves and their ever persistent h… Holding up the full moon falling. Of ghouls and goblins at the gathe…
The fire of love in its heated sta… as doves fly out from wooden cages… as heaven speaks in her native ton… and the shifting sands melt one by… passion speaking through heated ch…
From a cozy sitting atop the froze… ‘Til a compliant drifting to an up… The man called the sun grows ever… Closing winter’s doors as the days… On a mission of clemency of a hero…
As I walked upon the smiling streets that glided through the city like winding rivers, I came upon a curious gentleman that gazed upon me like a child at his birthday cake. Something s...
When mother and father first met, Through the magic of affinity yet, As he placed her upon her pedestal… She said, “I do” to his proposal. Duty has a way of grounding dreams
The guns of Corona firing at will… crimson bullets of microscopic proportions dipped in poison, the tainted blood of the whores
Everybody was created by a perfect plan of survival. Everybody has that plan working inside him. He follows it throughout his life under its spiritual authority. It speaks to him in his...
The trumpets of the mad tempest, the turbulent voices of the unrest… music of iron and blood and sweat, running through portals of sound t… twisting its way out of azure pris…
There is a certain chordal structure in all music that fills me with euphoria and not the vast majority. There are other musicians before me with that distinct feeling, because it is th...
Sympathy Pain is a story of Its own private hell The Devil’s own drama Has too much to tell
Up near where the heavens join the… In lofted oceans as white silhouet… Some say the clouds, but I say th… Playing in the air as long as heav… The cream of the skies at the top…
