Electric river dried up from the… in the middle where lust and passi… inferno fires and angel tears in h… ecstasy and pain as love’s sweet a… pleasure calling and pleasure resp…
Golden arches with rose covered ar… adorning the entrance to the guard… that are kept inside the ancient t… that align the shelves in the room… of the prophets and the sages
Happiness is the one true thing I found in my heart that freedom led me to. It is that one cherished moment when I realized that material possessions aren’t as important as finding how...
Haunting theme you come alive, my sleeping passion oh you revive. Primal screams come from the east, searing breath I fear the beast. But as the music floats I come to…
Quietude yearning for mobile air c… as the stillness takes root in the… mountain tops wreathed by a bluish… the tepid clouds growing tired and… days and nights beset by the same…
The recording studio in the East Village of New York City had all the latest digital equipment. All the musicians who recorded there just loved it. The engineer was a fine musician hi...
Melodies filling up the mind in mo… streaming through the clouds and m… carrying torches to the open heart… and good will on high from the mus… from the spirit where lives the pr…
Slaves of the slaves of the slaves… of the evil behind the tiers of ev… the beast with the black iron bloo… the turbulent flowing of the poiso… through demonic veins,
From the soft cushiony life of pleasant thoughts and dreams, of life laying out on a silver pla… of riches settling in the palate with it’s sweet breath
Melody on air, sacred Psalms in the wind, drifting rivers above the clouds in the lazy skies, music in its melodic flowing
My soul is my friend from whom I seek counsel. It draws me closer to God and his wisdom. It is an equalizer that dethrones the oppressor and lifts the downtrodden to infinite heights....
A Quiet Interlude Blasting horns, redundant melodies Saturated notes, callous basses Piercing piccolos, thunderous drum… Wayward rhythms, hollow harmonies
Days of yore when the moon was a mystic sphere, a quixotic poem for… a silver private island in the sky encased in the finest porcelain as the heads of colossal benevolent g…
A song to be sung by a select few, Those who love their labor true, Those who toil with love in their… Who work the fields 'til day depar… Alone from those who idle the day…
“My world is full of you, In my dreams and waking hours, Leading me through the maze, Through virgin jungles And across windblown deserts,