Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.

…some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness – but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry – it can be very compressed and intense…

A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

The RiderA boy told meif he roller-skated fast enoughhis loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion.What I wonder tonightpedaling hard down King William Streetis if...

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal, but which the reader recognizes as his own

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

Being in prison for seven years was like being in an army that never drilled, never deployed, and only fought itself.

Good is not always good.

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d wander away. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe it was just a hard...

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.

It is time to float on the waters of the night. Time to wrap my arms around this book and press it to my chest, life preserver in a sea of unremarkable men and women,...

…few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They’re writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.

My Floating Sea””Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters both begin and end. This early in the day I can easily stare without blinking. The...

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

ගංගා ඉවුරුවලමුමුණන්නේය කහ පෑ කුසුම්අහසේ රෝස පැහැකතා කරනු ඇත ඔබට

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

In this universe there are no time machines or keys that can turn hearts back around.

I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you againReturn, Page 19

To Bury A Star””I pulled a star from the darkest corner of night and hid it within my bosom. When the Earth beneath my feet gave way, moist and fertile, I knelt to the ground...

may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of livingwhatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are oldmay my mind stroll about hungryand...

Say this city has ten million souls,Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love died:It is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tide,A little tepid pool,Drying inward from the edge.

We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and...

But life, they said, means life. Dying inside.The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil’s wifewhich made me worse. I howled in my cell.If the Devil is gone then how could this be...

I am more than good enoughTo accomplish everything I can be,I will wake up todayThe history could have been different.But I am here now.

Then Jip went up to the front of the ship and smelt the wind; and he started muttering to himself,”Tar; Spanish onions; kerosene oil; wet raincoats; crushed laurel-leaves; rubber burning; lace-curtains being washed–No, my mistake,...

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent

Then, the door opens and there he is; silhouetted in the hall light. Long hair, long legs, and a heartbeat in tune with my own.

I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to...

He is smitten on the brain, -he reads and writes verses! I caught him in the act! Fools might say he was inspired; but I know it is the first and worst symptom of lunacy....

Let be be finale of seem.The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show...

Poetry is the royal essence of beauty.

My writing, it’s my way of making sense of everything. My way to feel whole. May I never be complete and may I never feel content – please, let me always have the need, always...

The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry – actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the...

When there’s music in your soul, there’s soul in your music.

I Don’t Write Because God Gives Me A Fresh Word Everyday, I write Because of The Words He Has Already Spoken Yesterday That Changed Today.

Rouge of my heart, intertwined with double-hued destiny,Thread of my thoughts, constant and rubicund legacy,Filament of my future, endeared unto my expectation,Cord of my emotion, seared with eternal elation.

If freedom is free and none need worry, then what blood drops for thee?

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

I had let it all grow. I had supposed It was all OK. Your lifeWas a liner I voyaged in.Costly education had fitted you out.Financiers and committees and consultantsEffaced themselves in the gleam of your...

I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza...

Time, so majestically fine, was passing by when I asked him to stop, a while, and lay his imprint upon the spaciousness of feelings: his face, reflected in the mirror of my memories, his smile,...

The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars.

So very lovely His blood on her swollen lips His first vampireSo very lovely He would have to remember Each salacious cutHe took her slowly Bled her of secrets and screams He smiled contemplating That...

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature...