On the edge of dreaming when the brain lets go, when it stops its scheming, our blood runs slow… Then the heart speaks clearly of the things it knows, things it brought so dearly at...

Nothingness…there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed…

Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?…

There are some griefs so loudThey could bring down the sky,And there are griefs so stillNone knows how deep they lie,Endured, never expended.There are old griefs so proudThey never speak a word;They never can be...

If I were dead, I wouldn’t be sad, and I wouldn’t be glad, because I wouldn’t be.

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are...

It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.

Perfect…as it was, it had to be, andlittle dreams were spinning madlyas a flock of birds in mid-flight, thesingle vision of a single moment, a singlemoment, frozen in time no more. No moredid he need,...

A poet is somebody who has written a poem.

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...

We don’t know how to say goodbye,We wander on, shoulder to shoulderAlready the sun is going downYou’re moody, and I am your shadow.Let’s step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the deadWhy are we...

No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny,cannot withhold if denied: the weight is...

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it’s ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.

There are so many things to say; so many things that can’t really be said. So much has happened; so little has changed. We have so many words prepared; so many words are too hard...

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

PoemWords from the heartBreaking, teaching, healingThe deepest, purest form of artFeeling

Your mind couldn’t rest like the other little boys. You looked around and you saw the blanket of fear covered the whole country.

Write it as easy as you think about the difficulty

I want to learn the language of the sun, and burn Agatha’s eyes out with my love poems.

I am the red wheelbarrow of communism. William Carlos Williams wrote a poem about me.

Parting is all we know of Heaven,and all we need of Hell.

We are only allowed to livedue to some colossal misunderstanding.

i bring my kiasu friend to the airportleavings are never easy, not for longand though we both saw blur along the waymemories flooded present tensions.in the curry of his life no lemak remainedso now the...

On the Gallows OnceKofi AwoonorI crossed quite a fewof your rivers, my gods,into this plain where thirst reignsI heard the cry of mournersthe long cooing of the African wren at duskthe laughter of the children...

There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

The world of light and starry grace;within your mind I live to trace.Your thought’s speed in thunder’s glory,lightening my being with dream’s story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish : the heart of...

ONE WORDOne word— one stonein a cold river.One more stone—I’ll need many stonesif I’m going to get over.

Saturated Arrogance…imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me…

We all wear masksto veil the truth.Truth is nakedness.Truth is fear.Truth is the gardener making you sit on his lapasking you tolight his cigarette.Truth is father— with a limp cigarette on his lips —telling you...

Sing a song of suspense in which the players die.Four and twenty ravens in an Edgar Allan Pie.When the pie was broken, the ravens couldn’t sing.Their throats had been sliced open by Stephen, the new...

To harden the earththe rocks took charge:instantlythey grew wings:the rocksthat soared:the survivorsflew upthe lightning bolt,screamed in the night,a watermark,a violet sword,a meteor.The succulentskyhad not only clouds,not only space smelling of oxygen,but an earthly stoneflashing here...

You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism.

How crazy it would be if the moon did spin and the earth stood still and the sun went dim!How absolutely ludicrous if snakes could walk and kids could fly and mimes did talk!How silly...

He stepped back and threw his arms out.”I’m always crazy around you Rose. Here, I’m going to write an impromptu poem for you.”He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky:”Rose is in redBut...

Matahari kalah terang dengan hatinya,Bulan kalah indah dengan senyumannya,Air kalah jernih dengan jiwanya,Bumi kalah subur dengan amalnya,Langit kalah cerah dengan akhlaknya,Batu kalah keras dengan imannya,Dan aku pun kalah hati kepadanya.

A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the –not always greatly hopeful-belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on...

In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if we stop at that point and concern ourselves only with the marvels of...

World seems like a void of silence every time footsteps are deprived of dancing shoes.

Projection from the beginning of time White women with a passionate horns Butchered yet another beloved

Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.

what if you get most of what the eye sees?what if love came in seeds?what if we plant them and they grow trees? what if they form hearts instead of leafs?what if hate was to...

the flames are silent,Peace is violent,Tears are frozen’cause massacre was chosen.~~ 26/11– Mumbai terror attack memories

One weekend it rained for 48 hours without stopping. The rain beat like bony fingers against the window panes. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fungus was growing on the walls. I polished off a bottle...

be it peace or happinesslet it enfold you

I sing the body electric”I know what hemeantI know what hewanted:to be completely alive every momentin spite of the inevitable.we can’t cheat death but we can make itwork so hardthat when it does takeusit will...