Elle est mortelle mais elle n’a ni cœur ni me.Elle inflige la souffrance et invoque une justice ignorée.Elle est le glaive et la main qui la guide s’appelle vengeance.Ne la croise pas sur ton chemin...

Here is a list of terrible things,The jaws of sharks, a vultures wingsThe rabid bite of the dogs of war,The voice of one who went before,But most of all the mirror’s gaze,Which counts us out...

my bones are heavy” i would only mean itas a good thingheavy bones can’t be broken,you can’t break heavy bones

Create a massive drawing of what God has promised you.

I desired to praise the Chosen One and was hinderedBy my own inability to grasp the extent of his glory.How can one such as I measure an ocean, when the ocean is vast?And how can...

there are only so many thingsthat you can fix with your hands….What they don’t realize is I am not a thing to fix.

I think the perfect pen name is Quill McSeagull. Especially for writing flights of fancy—and nothing has more feathers than a love poem.

The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-

the answer is to just let gothe betrayal is to the pastthe cocoon dangles emptythe desire outlasts the objectthe effort lingersthe frustration is in how pointless the effort wasthe ghost does not make itself transparentthe...

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me will full hands; How could I answer the child?……I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be...

Benarkah angin tidak sedang mencoba menyentuh bibirnya yang begitu sempurna?

You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability ratherthanan asset – that in view of the fact that spirit creates formwe are justified in supposingthat you must have brains. For you, a...

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

I say every dog looks like no otherbut that isn’t true. Not entirely.Difference is slippery.

White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides …

Compañera usted sabe que puede contar conmigo no hasta dos o hasta diez sino contar conmigosi alguna vez advierte que la miro a los ojos y una veta de amor reconoce en los míos no...

…as we are endowed. …with rhetorics. …none will deny. …of innocence. …towards scribbling. …of love lines. …and of lust. …to what seems like male. …to what seems like female. …in those days. …I mean nothing....

At night I dream that you and I are two plantsthat grew together, roots entwined,and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,since we are made of earth and rain.

The things you struggle with today are the things you choose to struggle with.Because you believe that what you want to accomplish, is worth struggling for.

Discouragement, fear, and depression—three villains who lurk in the dark.They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter your dreams and extinguish your spark.Their tactics are highly effective.They crush a great many each...

A short poem from my book:PerspectiveOf coursethere is a hellshe saidand it hasan observation deck;so I maystand and waveto all those kindsouls belowwho warned meI would go there.

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,Who countest the steps of the Sun:Seeking after that sweet golden climeWhere the traveller’s journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire,And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise...

I would say poetry is language charged with emotion. It’s words, rhythmically organized . . . A poem is a complete little universe. It exists separately. Any poem that has any worth expresses the whole...

And in a mad tranceStrike with our spirit’s knifeInvulnerable nothingsWe decayLike corpses in a charnelFear & GriefConvulse is & consume usDay by dayAnd cold hopes swarmLike worms withinOur living clay

Dance is the divine art that empowers a lady to express her most sacred emotions through the majesty of movements.

free from ivory-towerthe pencil twirlsacross the footpath

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,...