Love is as we will it to be.” ~ Amunhotep El Bey

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition, read the dry...

I’ve never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

A nation established under GodA nation that will only winif we stand together

To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery.

A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought –But no, a butterfly.

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

the worst thing,” he told me,”is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?

she wasn’t veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as suchAlthough I liked a few folk pretty wellLove must be vaster than my smiles or touchfor brave men died and empires rose and fellFor love, girls...

Kisslikeyouneverhada past.

It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.

at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smellI went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this...

Fue adondo a mi me perdieronquw logre por fin encontrarme?Was it where they lost methat I finally found myself?

[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.

you see, my whole life is tied up to unhappiness it’s father cooking breakfast and me getting fat as a hog or having no food at all and father proving his incompetence again i wish...

say what you mean and mean what you say

She believes poetry is ‘a way of coming to know the realness of things; fiction is a way of coming to know the world of relationships; nonfiction is a way of coming to know the...

I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder...

someone’s senta loving notein lines of returning geeseand as the moon fillsmy western chamberas petals danceover the flowing streamagain I think of youthe two of usliving a sadnessaparta hurt that can’t be removedyet when my...

A Litany for SurvivalFor those of us who live at the shorelinestanding upon the constant edges of decisioncrucial and alonefor those of us who cannot indulgethe passing dreams of choicewho love in doorways coming and...

Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.

NowNow is the time…Now is the time – Make a changeNow is the time – All is strangeNow is the time – Start life anewNow is the time – Cannot stewHeartbreak, loss, pain, and challenges...

…poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths…

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

… this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem…must be you …

The world is God’s salvation.

here’s a toast to Alan Turingborn in harsher, darker timeswho thought outside the containerand loved outside the linesand so the code-breaker was brokenand we’re sorryyes now the s-word has been spokenthe official conscience woken– very...

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

,Os dais cuenta cabal de la cadena de crímenes tramados por la nena? Crimen número uno: la acusada comete allanamiento de morada. Crimen número dos: el personaje se queda con tres platos de potaje. Crimen...

Life eats life to live.

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

From nothing comes everything.

Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness,because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.

With your goal you make the one.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.

Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Advice to Young Poets Never pretend to be a unicorn by sticking a plunger on your head.

You know the parlor trick.wrap your arms around your own bodyand from the back it looks likesomeone is embracing youher hands grasping your shirther fingernails teasing your neckfrom the front it is another storyyou never...

What the poet has to say to the torso of the supposed Apollo, however, is more than a note on an excursion to the antiquities collection. The author’s point is not that the thing depicts...

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

මා සොවෙනි, උන්මාදයෙනිඔබ මා’සල නැති විටආලය කියන්නේ එයටදැයිමම නොදනිමි

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

The sweetest melody that playsOn starry nights and wintry days,Most soothing to my listening earsAnd calming to beleaguering fears,I call a symphony on air―The song of sweet, still silence rare.

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world …

We all must face death and walk with it. But we also must love and live in it.