The Submission Love came to me with its strange p… It rattled my bones as it moved Over me, around me, and through me No longer am I the mighty one alo…
Tornado Peace is a tender lamb up in the s… While lofted poems give out a gent… And the calm breathes in the silen… While passion yearns for its lady…
Brain Machines They run themselves out of touch In communication with nature as su… With overbearing voices they all s… You have nothing I know what you’…
Her Celestial Voice I heard the language of the Gods As if through melodious goldenrods Songs of lament, joyful, and pure Then life became an exotic overtur…
Of beauty cast out in the mystic s… of music with wings and whiter lac… a ballad above the clouds in a lig… rolling with the motion of the sur… sweet music from the pipes of the…
The Christmas Truce of 1914 was a brief, spontaneous cease-fire between British and German soldiers on Christmad Eve and Christmas Day during World War 1. The soldiers on opposite sides...
Water, dews of heaven, of sacred c… of ancient origins, pliant cathedr… sympathetic hearts, observant eyes… mother of the weeping meadows, heroine of the parched fields,
Magic spilling out of the cold col… from the bowels of the mystic eart… the brewing of the cryptic witches the burning of the holy scriptures… or the building of the scaffold to…
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…
Eyes ahead with nothing to measure the way to the threshold of beauty in view… all cerebral systems paralyzed and forgotten,
Noisic Big business with their swollen he… Touching purity with their greedy… Dressing up the music in ten dolla… Evaluating quality by popular sent…
Our man Norm, The man in the middle Who wears size medium, Taller than the shortest And fatter than the slimmest,
The Journey Music is enriched with Mystical Powers A remedy prescribed to Sweeten tasteless hours
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
Artists of the new, the bold, the… poets with wolves in their blood escorting them to the forest maze, a no man’s land of thickets and th… or a land of virgin nymphs
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