Abundance is the key to unlocking many doors they sayHatred, grudges, or hopes in motion as the past is in play Forever lost in the shadows of despair yet in a mood to stayHot-rod in the storm of props to keep alive, you must pray Submerged in...

Hold your breath and hear the crooning breeze todayScattered clouds lined up intently to listen to the story Melodies are random, yet the grip is natural and harmoniousMy heart is composing music in praise of my soul's glory Amorous details of my passions that fall for you...

She wanders barefoot, merely lifting her worthy charms in this snowMore volatile than air, she floats around my soul without a confession The outrageous momentum this moment accompanies me every timeShe reaches my eyes naked, floating like a butterfly to perfection Her thunder abstruser than an ocean...