When his eyes began to see… there was a rush; a riot of impressions!!… and before the realization surfaced… he was creating for survival… Creating is a need… and if there be a creator, he understands her urge…
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
I am a singer, teacher and creative sharing what’s inspiring me to sing, to write, and to create a more meaningful, more beautiful life.
Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....