Morning symphony brews to steaming crescendo: good to the last drop.

And so castles made of sand fall into the sea And you lay down your axe Gone too soon Purple haze all in my brain since you’ve been gone. Fly on Little Wing I say There’s a Red House over yonder I hope you’re there…

All we are, is dust in the wind dude. From ashes we came, to ashes we will return, why not in the mean time, try to spark something? Why should we be ashamed of the light we exude if we are all responsible for lighting…

Treetops sway slightly As winds trickle through branches bringing flames closer.

Fate comes Wait accompany Words die Hearts beat Time stops Life moves Day strives Night arrives Doors close Eyes open Dreams break Faiths shake Light shines Dark rules All this time we remain fools…

You asked me to tell you my favorite flower. Daisy, I said I can’t look at a daisy without feeling happy.   Wanting to make me happy, You picked a bunch of daisies and gave them to me. I looked at them and then at…

Spicy whispers, intoxicate the room. A sultry aromatic breeze continues to loom. Candles lit, steamy desires, intense, hotter then any fire. Silhouette should have been her name, oooohhh what a frame…. Silken skin, Worn natural with no shame. Primal intuition yearns to find its freedom. Hungry to be fed. Seeking to be…

I am a conduit For the Light that flows through Another node In the connection of All.   I am instrument Of universal energy A carrier of Love That flows through all.

I hate blank pieces of paper Demanding to be filled Glaring at me Screw it   I hate cell phones Ringing buzzing singing day and nite Toss it   I hate traffic Slow moving go no where Someone cutting you off Jerks   I hate…

This steamy beverage keeps me conscious. It is a little cup of comfort On a cold, early autumn English night- Reminiscent of baristas in sunnier climes. I see them now. It must be daylight there, And they are outside the cafes taking orders from tables…