Time machine music

Something about oldies , forever embedded in the soul ...

"winters ocean storm "

The waves in my soul, in motion creating everlasting rouge clifs of emotions , in the distance memories of future sunrises , pulling me from the cold waters of my mind , into the winter seas I float along drfting into solar winds of destiny .... AM

Just Let it go

and listen .................

Beautiful Thorns

The beauty of the holder as said with in the nebula's of the seer , the painful clinch of colors flowing through the galaxies of the cold warm bodies in existence, floating on the pedals bloomed from inner soils planted amongst the gray trees with red roses inflicting their

thorns upon the vulnerable 

, thermal vibrations radiating through, placed inside, safe and sound, shades of colors 

feeding the fire , roses hiding the the sunrise on the fluorescent skyline, slowly embedding the beautiful thorns, drawing the light forth hidden in the shadows ... A.M.