Friend & foe up so high, in a home of grace and cruelty, ochre sun of beauty and warmth, angel with horns and fiery halos, daughter of Satan and soul of God…
Vampire Party poopers popping out From caskets and musty tombs about… Trying to have fun on Halloween n… No blood to drink, no jokes to rec… Can’t dance nor laugh, just sit in…
I am of worth and so my colleague. I am the planter of so what I nee… He is the supreme of all of life Over me in his kingdom up so high. I sow the seeds with him in mind.
Professor Sally, the hottest of t… Teaches the guys about the birds a… With her fingers down and the skir… She shows all the guys the facts o… Her classroom is comprised of the…
Little Slot Boy Little slot boy that you are Running through the middle Lost among those big ferocious gia… Who eat little boys for breakfast
Embryonic sound budding in the melodic heart and lovely mind, primal voices under the direction of divine grace,
From under a thick veil was my des… my inspiration gone and vanished i… my hopes tied togeter with a spind… looking for a muse with uplifting… my thoughts overshadowed by vacuit…
The inside voice in an outside man Of stammering speech as life began… A child of the times but a father… A rapid advancement as the years s… Calling heaven’s language from dee…
Sam grew up in New York City. He learned how to get around with his conniving and shrewdness at an early age. He loved the Yankees and three or four days a week he and his friends wou...
When we work a jigsaw puzzle, We look to find each piece. Until we find them all, The puzzle is still incomplete. When we know what is missing,
Yesterday the world was all mine. I wrapped my fingers around the ea… I brushed it against my cheek. I felt its soft deserts and craggy… I sensed its fragility and weakene…
Lofted Currents Currents in the skies You have your restless ways Instability is your game Like gypsies at play
Yesterday I saw my little girl Being born at the maternity ward, Then sound asleep in her crib, Then listening to the sounds of he… Then copying her mother’s smiles,
Imprints in the Soul Sorrow marches in with heavy feet Trampling over gentle valleys Snorting fire from evil places In step with the wailing winds
Family and friends wherever you ma… About the countryside or living by… Leave your plows behind and come o… Thanksgiving is the time to not be… Come all ye friends with hearty ap…