In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

…strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day…

When following God, Zero we never find.

…your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I’m always turning over…

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.

Snow is diamonds for a faery’s feet;Blithely and bonnily she trips along,Her lips a-carol with a merry song,And in her eyes the meaning… Life is sweet!

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

The Arden Shakespeare is intended both as a student text and as a revision of traditional scholarship. If it is to be used in the first way, then the often narrow thread of text above...

There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

Without nothing, everything would be nothing.

Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hoseto find out what it really means.

The sea is dangerous, they say, but not if you’re the sea.

Sudden LightI have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been...

The reason for the existence of the perfection conjured up in these fourteen lines is that it possesses … the authorization to form a message that appeals from within itself. This power of appeal is...

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Be who you are, not who you are forced to be…

Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?

It comes down to this: we’re pieces of equipmentTo be counted and signed for. On occasion some of us break down,And those parts which can’t be salvagedAre replaced with other GI parts, that’s all.

Across the centuries the moral systems from medival chivalry to Bruce Springsteen love anthems have worked the same basic way. They take immediate selfish interests and enmesh them within transcendent, spiritual meanings. Love becomes a...

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe–but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry–poetry...

We made love outdoorsWithout a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.

Anne HathawayThe bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we would dive for pearls. My lover’s wordswere shooting stars which fell to earth as kisseson these lips; my...

My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.

Two girls discover the secret of lifein a sudden line of poetry.

CALL YOURSELFLook deep in the mirrorAnd say: ‘I LOVE YOU’And immediatelyAn electric current willRipple throughout your soulAnd burst through your eyesLike shooting starsDancing across the skiesIn ecstasy.To tell your soul you love it -Is like...

Here in this endless and gleaming wildernessI was removed farther than ever from the world of men –And I never saw so close and so clearlyThe image in the mirror of my own soul.

In ev’ry life there comes a winter bleak That, in it, never yet seems life to come And on each heart such desolation wreak That even light from Heaven seems succumb’.But, even as in year,...

To those who abuse: the sin is yours, the crime is yours, and the shame is yours. To those who protect the perpetrators: blaming the victims only masks the evil within, making you as guilty...

The way through the worldIs more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

It’s January and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care, because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and...

Let This Darkness Be a Bell TowerQuiet friend who has come so far,feel how your breathing makes more space around you.Let this darkness be a bell towerand you the bell. As you ring,what batters you...

I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me”and you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret....

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel...

So much dependsupona blue carsplattered with mudspeeding down the road.

I won’t be stuck in traffic ’til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now I’m loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they don’t bother me oh realizing I’m psychopathicA wild beast, baby...

Prayer is an insurance policy that you can never lapse on.

I’ve been here before, dreaming myselfbackwards, among grappling hooks of light.True to the seasons, I’ve lived every wordspoken. Did I walk into someone’s nightmare?

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

Peace is always beautiful.

Is the phrase ‘pay’ or ‘play the piper’I inquire, why’Cause I admire a desire to flip the switchYeah make a way to face the music likeLife savings for a mosh pit riotListen to a mixRock...

The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile...

And in the ocean I will fly to the bottomless pit of darkness

Although steady and slow are the trail to love, there is no path to see through without the engine of passionate and true. (Soar)