TWISTED ANGLES & OCEANIC HORSES

"Oceans, whispers and dreams...

At one point the breathy whispers of the dappled horses were my oceans of dreams.

THAT NIGHT I LOST MY WALLET...TOLD

Stunning lady; fixated eyes, lost wallet.

The thick, silky, shiny, coily, curly hair.

ODE OF A TURBULENT MIND

Morning broke and Sun shone her brilliant and captivating smile upon us...
The birds painted pictures in the skies, with their feather-light wings and the morning mosquitoes laid their eggs in the waters of the village water-pots of clay.
The petal-daughters of Nature's womb blushed at the caress of the dew-kiss and the vultures sword-slashed carcasses-of-past-glory.

The mothers of the jungles pawed along, clawing at the backs and throats of their prey, as they sought for food for their young...