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Just today I put on my hearing aids and was hypnotized by the sight and sounds of the earth. I heard black birds mating calls, I heard a dribbling creek, I heard my mom call my name, I could hear … Continue reading
The forest is dark by night it’s been swallowed all things mysterious all sounds hallowed. Nature’s nocturnal all life’s gathered here although all movements are ghostly there is nothing to fear out here. Dark mythical arms hide the moon dawn … Continue reading
When marionettes are dancing and prancing, voracious appetites are searching. Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling. Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide, pick-up artists catch befallen angels and pick up the pieces as morning arrives.
Embroidered ivory mountains flowing tipped waterfalls and melodious violet fields. A thousand madrigals and fragrant Myrtle groves. The rivers and streams sing sweet rapture symphonies. As the celestial hidden skies hover, Venus, charms a quivering goddess sighs.
How dare mutest thee heaven’s sanctity. Now them hast deep spirits quickening breath. A vision childless breaking virtues angel’s slumber in death.
What is a soul to do when it’s conflicted and confused? What is a soul to do When it’s hidden and suffering thru? What is a soul to do when it rebels against the truth? What is a soul to … Continue reading
“I stray from my beloved pens and paper hoping it is only a momentary lapse. I wait in solitary, until I can once again chronicle human nature with color, tone and transparency”.
Young bliss a fragrant kiss. Lips slumber eyes agaze. Arms aflame damp passion. Enmeshed in desire bloomed within.
Her lips like ruby pearl as soft as a silk sheet. Her mouth like blush candy as sweet as a cherry treat. Her breasts like buttermilk as delicious as whipped cream. Her hair a lucent gold like heaven’s falling leaves. Her … Continue reading