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 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...

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.

And now it is said of meThat my love is nothing because I have borne no children, Or because I have fathered none;That I twisted the twig in my handsAnd cut the blossom free too...

Love is as iffy as Kipling.

How—I didn’t know anyword for it—how “unlikely”. . .How had I come to be here,like them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn’t?

Words are fossilized butterfly wings,pretty to look at sometimes,but only good for Museums.I want to miserably burn down the Museums.

Shkodra në mëngjeseKendojnë bashkë në mengjese pesë kumbonare,kendojnë në ajri mbi Shkoder ende fjetë:mbi Maranaj qet vetllen kureshtareagimi e hjedh në liqe synin e qetë.Perhapë lajmin e zgjimit rrezja e parëtë parat përshëndetje dridhen në...

As writers we live life twice, like a cow that eats its food once and then regurgitates it to chew and digest it again. We have a second chance at biting into our experience and...

Ti si moj trenutak i moj san i sjajna moja reč u šumu i samo si lepota koliko si tajna i samo istina koliko si žudnja. Ostaj nedostižna, nema i daleka jer je san o...

Many performance poets seem to believe that yelling a poem makes it comprehensible. They are wrong.

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st...

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish….

You are not who you think.You’re not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.

Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind...

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.Parece que los ojos se te hubieran voladoy parece que un beso te cerrara la boca..Como todas las...

Timetick tocksays the clockwhirrling bynever shyquietly passlayer upon grassuntil time has gone.than you die.

You were just another stranger in the room,In a room full of bodies, I was attracted to you,I became your tiny dancer,I became everything to you,Little did you know,That I’m just a dancer, Not your...

I’ve seen daggers pierce the chest,Children dying in the road,Crawling things hooked and baited,Rapists bound and then castrated,Villains singed in public square.Yet none these sights did make me cringeLike when my Love cut all her...

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.