Everything comes to being, does what it has to and then vanishes. "From NO WHERE to NOW HERE back to NO WHERE." It's the march of the universe. This song is dedicated to Wayne Dyer. Copyright 2016.

For the past several years, I've spent my summers by and in an open door swimming pool with a great view. It's similar to what my summers were like when I was a child. This song tries to convey a taste of those summers. Copyright 2016

Do you remember when you were a teenager? Perhaps you still are or you are on your way. But no matter what, you'll never forget it. As for me, I will always be a teenager at heart. It's both a curse and a gift! Copyright 2016

Parting is such sweet sorrow. I wrote this song while my sweetheart was away. I dedicate it to her. Copyright 2016

"When the student is ready, the teacher appears." Inspired by Ram Dass, I dedicate this tune to him. Namaste Copyright 2016

The path to enlightenment is not in the fast lane. One must go through the journey with acceptance and patience. For some, it is instantaneous, but for most of us, I suspect, it is a journey of self discovery that may take years or decades…

"Only when the night is its darkest do the stars shine their brightest." This track is consisted of two related segments: - Dark Night Of The Soul - Kali's Dance Copyright 2016

http://www.probioticspotency.com/exoslim/ "greetings my name is Kelly Edward and I am a subject of United States I am 30 years of age and I am running a marvel salon. A long time back I was so stressed over my weight as it was expanding step by…

BAND - FOOTBALL SEASON Well, it must be football season The band is on the field The music trembles in the tree tops as it tumbles down the hill It echoes off the black top as the drummers do their drill I feel your breath on my shoulder…

Irish Potatoes

INFATUATION UNREQUITED They say it's just infatuation I only wish that it was true Infatuation unrequited feels like love to me for you And then they say, "Silence is golden," and I don't know what to do The Autumn leaves the branches…

A bit of a blue one live from the cellar..... Time Please Fly Away time has that way of healing pain it can can turn a madman back to sane long ago a dream was made but like my thoughts that dream has strayed now i’m lost on a dark…

I am NOT a furry