Yo nací un díaque Dios estuvo enfermo,grave…

In summer the empire of insects spreads.

darkness falls upon Humanityand faces become terriblethingsthat wanted more than therewas.all our days are marked withunexpectedaffronts – somedisastrous, othersless sobut the process iswearing andcontinuous.attrition rules.most givewayleavingempty spaceswhere people shouldbe.and nowas we ready to self-destructthere is...

If my like for you was a footy crowd, you’d be deaf cos of the roar.And if my like for you were a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor.And if my...

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as it is about speaking. To ‘get’ the poem is to hear the eloquence...

The beauty of words that heals my soul.

Every time I watchLady and the TrampI think”SHE’S HAVING SOME OF YOUR PASTA!””QUICK! EAT IT ALL! EAT IT ALL, NOW!!!””GROWL! BARE YOUR TEETH! DO SOMETHING!”OH, DON’T GIVE HER THE MEATBALL!THERE’S MEAT IN IT!””IDIOT!”But then againI’m...

Give winter nothing; hold; and let the flake Poise or dissolve along your upheld arms. All flawless hexagons may melt and break; While you must feel the summer’s rage of fire, Beyond this frigid season’s...

A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dippedCarrotOn my bed, my green comforterdraped over my knees like a lumpy turtle,I think about the Berlin Wall of years that...

One has to commit a painting,’ said Degas,’the way one commits a crime.

O youcan’t tell someone just how lonely he is

Come sleep with me: We won’t make Love,Love will make us.

You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet; because poetry is beyond hooks and holes.

Kamu menulis: “Kita sudah mengatakan A, maka kita harus menyebutkan seluruh huruf.” Namun masalah itu sekarang sudah sedemikian luar biasa hingga aku menjadi ragu. Maka, kukutipkan puisi singkat dari Jan Erik Vold mengenai hal itu:”Siapa...

Welcome to thee,O sword of eternity!Through BuddhaAnd through Daruma alikeThou hast cleft thy way.

. . .because we had survivedsisters and brothers, daughters and sons,we discovered bones that rosefrom the dark earth and sangas white birds in the treesBecause the story of our lifebecomes our lifeBecause each of us...

Pour Into My Spirit…spread your arms around meconsole me and keep me close -wield your mighty swordto vanquish all my foes…

The best tourist is one without a camera

Transcendence is before you should you choose to take a swim.Into your deep blue you dive and all that is within.Referred to as my subconscious so you may understand me clear.But there’s nothing very simple...

Soy un poeta sin ningún preceptopero digo, sin lástima y sin pena:no hay asesino bueno en mi concepto.

You are in his car and your words taste like honey. The suns yolk is stretching over the road, with hues of pink and red ribbon pressed against the bruises of the sky. He is...

I did what I could,I tried to stay away,I told myself that I don’t need you,I don’t need to feel this way,But soon I realized that I am just a fishAlways falling as you’re prey

The birthing wolf,Her heart fed with tenderness,Gave forth from ripe brown nipples,Food to feed the universe.

They’re both convincedthat a sudden passion joined them.Such certainty is beautiful,but uncertainty is more beautiful still.Since they’d never met before, they’re surethat there’d been nothing between them.But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways–perhaps...

[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things,...

Ey t lih! Ölümden de beterdir bu karanlık;Ey aşk! O gönüller sana m l oldular artık;Ey vuslat! O şıkları efsûnuna r m et!Ey tatlı ve ûlvi gece! Yıllarca dev m et!

Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying

I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the...

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at...

You exalt me Bati,This is the message to the society,Brightest day demands struggling, suffering and sacrifice,heroic labor would suffice.

Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn’t feelalone.

and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.

I’ve no need for a limited chimney when am feeling the warmth of the motherly sun.

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake …

Did we not look out together upon the dark waters of the lakeAnd behold there the constellationsOf both hemispheres at once?-Love Songs of the Cinnamon Wastes

The amazing feeling that triggers the fountain of words that flow in my belly.

My Serinity,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...

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

Solo For Ear-Trumpet The carriage brushes through the brightLeaves (violent jets from life to light);Strong polished speed is plunging, heavesBetween the showers of bright hot leavesThe window-glasses glaze our facesAnd jar them to the very...

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face – that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

50 years agoA man stoodUp againstThe oppressor Against evilHolding us atWill, he shunA light to fightThe armies ofDarkness heIs Malcolm XRisen in ourHeart to crushAll hate, overcomeFear with heartsHolding the sunAnd universe inOne big thingCalled...

God pity them and God pity us all who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For the saddest words of mouth or pen are these four words,’it might have been.

A demon seduced an angel in the middle of the nightand they gave the stars a glimpse.There was nothing casual about it, it was tender skin and battle scars breathless passion under storm clouds a...

Sei la mia schiavitù sei la mia libertàSei la mia carne che bruciacome la nuda carne delle notti d’estateSei la mia patriaTu, coi riflessi verdi dei tuoi occhiTu, alta e vittoriosaSei la mia nostalgiadi saperti...

In the glowing evenings embedded within pearl sands of my Utopian lands and the skies dazzling with the beauty of a thousand melodic rainbows, feeling your tender touch, hearing your luring voice, merged with your...

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.

Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today.I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today….