How beautiful is the experience of dance. It can melt the grief of a heart with its steps of solace.

If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.

You must take these poems as mirrors; for you know that the mirror has no form of itself, but rather reflects the face of anyone who looks in it. Just so a poem has no...

Let craft, ambition, spite, Be quenched in Reason’s night, Till weakness turn to might, Till what is dark be light, Till what is wrong be right!

A poem is a meteor.

If we meet and I say, “Hi,”That’s a salutation.If you ask me how I feel,That’s a consideration.If we stop and talk awhile,That’s a conversation.If we understand each other,That’s communication.If we argue, scream and fight,That’s an...

Fire burns blue and hot.Its fair light blinds me not.Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me...

Beginnings of youth to growth of adolescence till autumn of life; every step journeyed with blossomed smiles wearing my dancing shoes.

Life, a miracle of nature, an evolved molecule of matter, blossomed in the vast expanse of oceans. Methane, ammonia, hydrogen and water vapor When joined under the radio-active sun, The molecules of non living matter...

Give me the purple smoke, rising higher and higher into my brain until I dance with the purple butterflies.” -Girl with the violet eyes.

Dance,’ they told me, and I stood still,and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.’Pray,’ they said, and I laughed,covering myself in the earth’s brightnesses,and then stole off...

Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches,And soup,And peanut butter cookies,Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you ’cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins...

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence…Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and...

I didn’t know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well,then it’s everybody’sparty.

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talking only about itself

The yellow moon dreamilytipping buttons of lightdown among the leaves. Marimba,marimba – from beyond theblack street.Somebody dancing,somebodygetting the helloutta here. Shadows of catsweave round the treetrunks,the exposed knotty roots.(“Scenes from the Life of the Peppertrees”)

Another day without no rain, is another day of sorrow.And if it doesn’t rain today, I hope it rains tomorrow.

Beneath it allI kept faith with Ithaca, travelled,Travelled and travelled,Suffering much, enjoying a little;Met strange people singingNew myths; made myths myself.But this lion of the seaSalt-maned, scaly, wondrous of tail,Touched with power, insistentOn this brief...

Manipulating shadows and tonality is like writing music or a poem.

TOMORROW’S WILLSilent world, I find myself,Glad no one hears my thoughts.In dark cocoon, I hibernate,Yet spirit spills every thought.A second chance to try again.The risks I know too well.Two sunsets turning into six-Awaits tomorrow’s will.

Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE

Nuzzle inside the hollow of my bones. Let our breaths mingle as one. Turn liquid for me. Only for me. Bury your essence inside of my soul.

Dreaming of getting you I loosed everything Cheerfulness of smile And all the dreams of life

cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm

I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

Napsautan rasian kiinni ja nauran. Minulla on keltaiset pitkät ham-paat ja suu täynnä kuolaa. Ihoa reitittävät yöperhosten polut, joita voikulkea minne tahansa. Kun voi kulkea minne tahansa, on helppojäädä tähän taloon, joka on oleva hevosen...

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I’m back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace… The power in your touch, serenity...

The Inner Self…What makes us who we areshould be glorifiedpersonifiedand sung unto the stars!

Quizá porque el amor ha construido con paciencia y fervor su telaraña, donde el odio que cae está perdido.

I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breaths and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve,Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.

Quote from “The Whole World Is Gone” “…. It’s sensual, though, too, and interestingly mental. What I do alone, loving him in my mind. Trying not to let imagination win over reality. Hurtling through the...

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’,Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow…I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up...

ví dù người có phụ tathì ta chỉ nguyện thành ra con bòcon bò rất ít so đoyêu ai chỉ biết lò dò đi theodù cho đứa đó lật kèo

terucap rindu sepasang insan..geliat sang cinta di lubuk hati..terurai kata nan indah menawan..gundah pun sirna dibuai si mimpi.

A Word On Statistics-Out of every hundred people, those who always know better:fifty-two.Unsure of every step:almost all the rest. Ready to help,if it doesn’t take long:forty-nine. Always good,because they cannot be otherwise:fourwell, maybe five. Able...

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lineshe wrote a poemAnd he called it “Chops”because that was the name of his dogAnd that’s what it was all aboutAnd his teacher gave him an...

Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.

Dancers are the flag bearers of the artistic renaissance.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened. Birds, at least must knowIt is the...

You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs.

Ben.. Sen…ben seni seviyorum sen gezmeyi, senin hep gittiğin yere ben hiç gidemiyorum. Öylece durmayı seviyorum ben.. Durup ardından bakmayı.. Sen yürümeyi seviyorsun ama arkana bakmadan.. yaprak seviyorum ben yaprak.. Kuru, yaş ayırmadan.. Sen ezmeyi...

What is this thing you call substance abuse? All I wanna do is forget and get loose.Drinking and smoking over and overWhat’s so great about a life that’s sober?There’s nothing cool about being youngWhen the...

we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecuewe are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we arean unwantedburningas we sizzle and fryto the bonethe coals of...

Very possibly this was the night my white-knight complex, as Solange put it, would get me killed. Someone had better write a poem about it. It was only fair.

He offered his love … she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin daysCrowned with the calm of peace, but sad with...

Undeniable obsession of words that quickens my spirit.

Ceux qui errent ne sont pas toujours perdus.