We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on...

You can’t write a poem until you live.

If liberty sang a song, little,as the larynx of a bird,nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.

And you’re a tall drink of water because we’re so fucking thirsty

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth’s noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they...

If you are a monster, stand up.If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend,If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machineIf you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme,If you kidnap maidens or dabble...

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world …

You ask me why I don’t speakNot a word at willBut write so much worth well over a mill’Well I value words like I value kissesA sober one, a closer one penetrates the heartDarling it’s...

Death stings so harshly, no escape and hiding zone from it.

The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars.

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dustThe universe, for fear it gainIts freedom from my cube of brain.Yet dust bears seeds that grow to graceBehind my crude-striped wooden faceAs I, a...

Keep Moving…Move forwardLet go Give inDecideand just DoProgress every dayAnd make one step forward no matter what’s in your wayKeep moving, till one day you wake up and you’re there.

There is an Anglo-Saxon form of riddling that plays with the polarities of words like bright and dark, cold and warm, throwing them against one another and crafting lines of rich, humorous nonsense like this...

But no matte what kind of an understanding is adopted, whether associated with positivism, which asserts that the truth can only be reached by trial and error, or rationalism, which asserts that everything can be...

I love you beyond your uncertainties and above your fears;I love you profoundly enough for your eyes to know no tears.I love you in your utmost simplicity and yet, in your unrevealed complexity;I love you...

SHE Is A Wonderful Romantic Poem With Billions of Lines. Even If I Could, I Wouldn’t Finish Reading HER In My Entire Life….

When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust

A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what it is like to be. It allows us to have the life we...

Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine…

DAISIESIt is possible, I suppose that sometimewe will learn everythingthere is to learn: what the world is, for example,and what it means. I think this as I am crossingfrom one field to another, in summer,...

I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said “You must not weep” If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It...

Biar!tak kau ingat lampu-lampu yang menyihir kita menjadi orang yang mentertawakan dunia. tak kau ingat keringat meleleh di langkah kaki, di punggung, kening, menantang matahari! menunggingkan pantat ke muka-muka orang-orang yang dipuja sebagai dewa! o,...

I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn. But whereThe wind is westerly,Where gnarled November makes the spiders flyInto...

It’s been awhile since I have heard from you,To me it felt like it was only yesterday that all we could do was talk to each otherTo me it felt like it was only yesterday...

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.Translucent flesh and feeble bones,the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the...

True storyThis morning I jumped on my horseAnd went for a ride,And some wild outlaws chased meAnd shot me in the side.So I crawled into a wildcats caveTo find a place to hideBut some pirates...

Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.””Apollo?” I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.He put his finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me...

Sensuality came into existence the moment when the first beat of melody knocked on the door of the world of belly dance.

Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love.

A fox will chew off its own foot before it calls for helpBut he saw glory in being a bird with broken wings And therefore he broke his own to fit into that illusion of...

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

Our past sins, our fractured lives–soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

My child, I know you’re not a childBut I still see you running wildBetween those flowering trees.Your sparkling dreams, your silver laughYour wishes to the stars above Are just my memories.And in your eyes the...

when I am feelinglowall i have to do iswatch my catsand mycouragereturns

sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

my subconscious so full it must spill over

… Fourier’s great mathematical poem …{Referring to Joseph Fourier’s mathematical theory of the conduction of heat, one of the precursors to thermodynamics.}

The enemy came to steel,destroy and kill our leader, our hero Steve Biko. He was chosen by God and no one can deny that.

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FRIENDSLooking out the window, I see you looking in.You are the sunshine,That fills my soul.

Green and living jewels drip into my eyes” from the poem “All Green and Living Things” in the book “Terra Affirmative

Variación / VariationsEl remanso de airebajo la rama del eco.El remanso del aguabajo fronda de luceros.El remanso de tu bocabajo espesura de besos.*The still waters of the airunder the bough of the echo.The still waters...

There is something about a bureaucrat that does not like a poem.

Dear Lover…you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.

The way you walk is slash and burn.Like understatement’s now a crime.

Very Like a WhaleOne thing that literature would be greatly the better forWould be a more restricted employment by authors of simile and metaphor.Authors of all races, be they Greeks, Romans, Teutons or Celts,Can’ts seem...

On the edge of dreaming when the brain lets go, when it stops its scheming, our blood runs slow… Then the heart speaks clearly of the things it knows, things it brought so dearly at...