As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses,Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight.In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler,The sky low, the...

She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.

The echo of a red rose at the sunset, you decided to check out.

Nothing gold can stay.

Oh che sanguinosa e spaziosa portaFa l’una e l’altra spada ovunque giugna,Nell’arme e nelle carni! E se la vitaNon esce, sdegno tienla al petto unita.

Maybe you think life is not worth living, but is death worth dying for?

If you are still alive when you read this,close your eyes. I amunder their lids, growing black.

unaccountably we are aloneforever aloneand it was meant to bethat way,it was never meantto be any other way–and when the death strugglebeginsthe last thing I wish to seeisa ring of human faceshovering over me–better just...

I plan to be a sinner tonight. Could’ve been something else, but looked way too good in my red dress to be anything Christian.

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

With a metal heartI came to this life,My head was a crucible, full of elixir.Pearl by pearlMy heart was poured,Drop by dropMy head was splashed.The world was entirely a magnet.

Your thoughts were deeper than your mind, your little eyes pierced through the heart of your nation.

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

The Garden En robe de parade. – SamainLike a skein of loose silk blown against a wallShe walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,And she is dying piece-mealof a sort of emotional...

Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints

They tell me to be quietWhen I’d rather cause a riotAnd have everyone screamingOut their eccentric meaning.

It wouldn’t have to be sunny It wouldn’t have to be anything else then just that It would really simplify my walk home at night, where every thought I think is some contrived line I...

Every time a poet is about to write, every time the open their mouth to say something, they express their inner world and tell of their own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions, unless they are...

She didn’t do anything at allexcept arrived without warningin the middle of the night(right when I least expected it)She walked by me, with a strut in her stepsmelling like summercausing me to turn my head(even...

Impatience kills quickly.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long...

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY!True anyhow no matter how manyLiars use those words.

A Coy Aversion…a fluttertoo shyto be seen…

I sink into it completely, letting everything else fall away so all that’s left is this. A moment like a poem.

the poem doesn’t have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesn’t have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, it’s written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments,...

Like young fern shootsmy child’s fingers curled.I did not expect,in the fifth month, frost.

The Law of the Jungle NOW this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that...

I’m heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o’-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities.

I can’t shake you.

I cannot go to school today”Said little Peggy Ann McKay.”I have the measles and the mumps,A gash, a rash and purple bumps.My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.I’m going blind in my right eye.My...

PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams:The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;

Praise to the creator who magnifies a drop of joy within a soul into an ocean of bliss every time footsteps begin to dance.

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.

From the time I began to read, as a child, I loved to feel their heft in my hand and the warm spot caused by their intimate weight in my lap; I loved the crisp...

We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart,In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

the gods play nofavorites.

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

If, of all words of tongue and pen,The saddest are, ‘It might have been,’More sad are these we daily see:’It is, but hadn’t ought to be.

Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?

I won’t be stuck in traffic ’til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now I’m loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they don’t bother me oh realizing I’m psychopathicA wild beast, baby...

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

Thee, my serenity, one can not bear, Seeing thee befuddled, bereaved,Dimmed like the midnight, secluded, darkened,Thee, my serenity,A window to my eyes, A window to laughter, and peace of mind,Thee, my serenity, one can not...

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

YENWhat happens if you take a cup? Put it to your lips. A cup of desire. Of dazzling colour. Of intoxicating aroma. You can’t resist. Drink. And in the bottom of the cup. There is...

Don’t ask me any questions. I’ve seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

Give me another Chance Then, You will Get Less than I Gain…

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth’s...

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