Mother Nature of sweetness and ch… of innocent and saintly origins, angelic smiles and glowing halos, with loving arms and kindly eyes, nestled in the lap of the humble s…
Words without letters but upliftin… letters into liquid into nothing t… nothing said but just a deep poeti… when heavenly wings enfold you and… we soar as they lift our selves an…
R-r-rookie, you’re no longer the i… St-stuttering from no esteem that… The opposing linemen are the ones… Near to the bottom, you own for a… You’re their daddy, the new edge r…
Young love she brought back for ev… with her wrinkly skin turned silky… her impassive eyes turned to passi… her tranquil heart turned to turbu… her retired mind full of sexual de…
As the Duchess of Bluffingham was sitting by her window one hot and sultry day, she noticed one of the gardeners working in the yard and taking his shirt off. She thought to herself, “O...
Grandma at the renaissance of the age of the telephone, when humans interjected and said, “Number Please,” when telephones were
That Silver Sun Lo behold, up high when day is don… I can look deep into the heart of… The blazing fire that came from it… Must be a smoldering amber traveli…
Lovely, deadly beast with ten horn… drifting in the holy air made unho… out of the fields of Gomorrah with tentacles reaching around the sun
Mother Nature as if she Wasn’t prominent already: As if she was a beauty Nestled in a sea of beauty, A common lady with a common face,
Readers As flowers catch the falling rain Readers catch everything to gain For knowledge is the corner-stone… And wisdom pushes the waves ashore
The Joke Inventor Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, not s… Not many laughs, but made lots of… What is money, but a funny less pi… When reeled on the way to the bank…
My soul bid me to look past man’s devaluation of his own self and find the dignity in him that he had lost sight of. I’m to be a prospector looking for gold. The gold in him is that fo...
I need a vacation from the daily g… And leave all the commotion way be… Bosses yelling, weather steaming, Dogs barking, children screaming, Fence needs fixing, grass too high…
Broken pieces laying on the ground… egos shattered and hope drained ou… shackles squeezing the joyful hear… tomorrows of bleak winters ahead, idleness creeping into the mind
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…