On the edge of the mysterious eart… with its eerie shadows and secret… echoing the language of the spirit… is the home of that drifting torch that burns through the day,
The future lies beyond what we have felt and experienced. If it has not yet made an impact in our visions, we overlook our own destiny. Every animal and living creature on earth plans...
Revenge is a vindictive reaction to a sin committed. It rides with the adrenalin rush that envelops our being. With the same degree of wickedness that evil breathed into our spirit, w...
Devil woman of today and yesterday… climbing out of swamps and morbid… out of sinister pits and diabolic… moving full steam ahead with her c… leaving a trail of perfume and exo…
American dogs, almost the greatest… Smarter than Slovenian dogs, But stupider than Nigerian dogs, Barking in the English language, But can bark in Spanish too
Puppeteers with supreme authority but humble servants under God’s co… with soft hands but superior stren… manipulating the strings of human… in complete control of their
I don’t know what everybody around me is complaining about. I took my Christmas bath last December, and I’ll take my next one next Christmas, whether I need it or not. I love to smell...
The Golfing Gods The pin calls out to me Hit it high and straight I’m waiting here for you Line it up and bring it home
Upon riding on the clouds with my feet suspended between heaven and earth, deep inside her feathery arms of soft velvet and shiny skin,
Blazing torches in the far norther… From tribes of giants invisible in… Looking for a place to settle down… From cold darkened caves on a stea… They storm the skies with their fi…
Prayers in the dusty fields of cor… where the farmers weep and wonder if the world is drying up or shift… if there ever will be the rains ag… what it feels like against their s…
I of service to the Poet Gods, the kinds with no hands nor feet, but keen eyes, celestial minds and tyrannical tongues, chose me, a man with no dreams,
Capricious pilots, slaves of the m… in obedience to the shifting winds… pilots at the helm of the currents… seen only by the poets and the mys… weavers of quixotic dreams and aer…
Poor Richard who became the whipp… saw his beloved at first as far as… her innocuous smiles and amusing d… and nothing else to hold back betw… His proposal to her was his first…
Our dependency on God starts in the womb, and our reverence to life begins at infancy. It is pure and fascinating. Smiles are abounding as we learn to reciprocate and nourish them. O...