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...

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.

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...

Larry’s such a liar—He tells outrageous lies.He says he’s ninety-nine years oldInstead of only five.He says he lives up on the moon,He says that he once flew.He says he’s really six feet fourInstead of three...

Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself.Ten days’ worth of rice in my bag;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?Listening to the night rain on...

Dance provides the spirit with energy to survive from its confinement in the mortal frame.

See mirror, every time you will miss me and look deeper into your eyes till you will find me.

Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.

And then I realized—,”which is the part of stories one never quite believes.I had the idea that the world’s so full of painit must sometimes make a kind of singing.And that the sequence helps, as...

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.