The Gathering
As it goes the story of us lingers in my heart as a beautiful tune cascading with my soul in all in its glorious majestic streams of dreams…
When The Soul Sings…
Quiet the heart in our verse of discourse so you can hear my soul sing sweetly to you...
The Man’s Blind Bluff
Capture me with delight so I can see you…
No! Says the blind man.
Reality Reealz
In the midnight watch under the willow tree collecting pines whistle by in the wind taking time to unite in the gadgets goll of submission.
Good Ground Broken
Close to the seasonal life in wonder you might ask both in the presence of our impulses to take aim at the sudden blows that come up to harness our actions. Thankfully, bliss takes on our countless ends-by-night entries in destiny’s ground our resources are found…
Still Soft Voice Of Truth
Truth whispers to us but will we listen?