the world filled with rhyme would be sublimetransformed beyond its self become instilled as onein harmony of speech for all inclinedwhether good or ba..
. . . take me backto ancient 18th century americana country roadsby meandering brooksweathered barns and stovepipe flues and tin lanternsleathered tan..
to be alone in nature's splendoris one thingthough in single isolation there,nature's beauty/being keeps your heart warm sustainedeven rocks will sing..
the moon is there, grab ithold it, bask in its waxen beauty tonightwhile it is visiblecalm yourself, stay strongthe fear you feel, all who have gone b..
starlight's asynchronicity affects my vision's awepinpricks of brilliance,romantic bursts,"i love you, let me recite the asynchronous ways,"in which y..
i came to face the dawni was pushed into itmy senses rebelled against itithought her be soft of morning's best virgin lighther quiet whispers of air i..