‘Twas after his exhausted paint brush bid farewell to its final caress upon the torrid canvas, that he stood amazed at the power that took over him and guided him through his work. Una...
Museum of lofted elegance in space Formed by the sun and clouds in ha… Paintings hung on the walls of the… Filling the skies as a sacred enli… Works assembled for the poetic eye…
The Talking Tympani “My head hurts when you Beat me up so much With your constant pounding The next time you use me,
Youth kept moving away from me as I tried desperately to hold onto it. I followed it into perilous jungles, up and down mountain peaks, and along turbulent rivers. If I reached out fo...
A tail named Fido wagging its dog… happy in the sun and happy in the… dances to the polka, round and rou… to a dizzy round about on the grou… The sound of a dog banging against…
A Quiet Interlude Blasting horns, redundant melodies Saturated notes, callous basses Piercing piccolos, thunderous drum… Wayward rhythms, hollow harmonies
If we non-witches here on earth ne… a driver’s license, why shouldn’t… circulating witches have one too?… nasty witches want to be rebel wit… and ride in a counter clockwise di…
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...
One time in the life of a veteran to be proud of what he had done, even though he thinks of himself as being worthless and unproductiv… was when he served in the armed fo…
Normality is a home looking for an… Bracing for a venture into the per… Sitting still with its heart beggi… Waiting for rules and regulations… To hell with regulations, the gird…
The laws of the land are a protective shield from the perils of iniquity that invade the master spirit of the earth, that effervescent torch that lights the lamp of peace. Like a mothe...
Galleries in the skies near and fa… that float under the empyrean, drifting through the clouds, showering the morning with golden necklaces and shiny pearls
The Brewing As words dig a hole down to the co… Devils running by the speed of sou… What enters stays and doesn’t come… Like sponges soaking in the bad
Nature’s laws are mandated to nurture the pulse of life and its rejuvenation. Man must open his heart to the ways of nature in order to grow closer to their secrets. Mother Nature is ...
The snows of winter have come and… Enough is enough of that tired old… That whistling through the empty b… As if dreams stood still in their… Summer is that freshening of the s…
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