Darling, do you rememberthe man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

This gesture is one of the motifs of modernity’s turn against the principle of imitating nature, that is to say, imitating predefined morphological expectations. It is still capable of perceiving message-totalities and autonomous thing-signals when...

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.

දෙසැම්බරය අඳුරු ‘මුත්ඔව්, නිල් පෑය අහස ඇස්ඉතිං දිය කඩිතිවලට තට්ටු කරන්නමල් පිපෙන තුරු බලන් ඉන්න

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

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...

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

It is always betterto avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning.For every one of us, living in this worldmeans waiting for our end. Let whoever canwin glory before death. When a warrior is gone,that...

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)I fear no fate...

Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.

One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the StrandOne day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide and...

Material creation begins in a tiny corner of a large island called imagination.

Moon, that against the lintel of the westYour forehead lean until the gate be swung,Longing to leave the world and be at rest,Being worn with faring and no longer young,Do you recall at all the...

And the testicles of the fathers hang down like old lace

The busybody (banned as sexist, demeaning to older women) who lives next door called my daughter a tomboy (banned as sexist) when she climbed the jungle (banned; replaced with “rain forest”) gym. Then she had...

HEARTWORKEach day is born with a sunriseand ends in a sunset, the same way weopen our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark.You have no control overhow your story begins...

Glory be to God for dappled things. (“Pied Beauty”)

How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.

In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

The Poem That Took The Place Of A MountainThere it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the...

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn’t write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.

What is this thing? trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance.

I give you the end of a golden string,Only wind it into a ball,It will lead you in at Heaven’s gateBuilt in Jerusalem’s wall.

Why do they [Americans] quarrel, why do they hate Negroes, Indians, even Germans, why do they not have science and poetry commensurate with themselves, why are there so many frauds and so much nonsense? I...

Our story has been told,our song has been sung.You’re a road I’ve already traveled,and from it, I have moved on.”Already Traveled

Another one of your quippy japes?

this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless,away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lessondone,thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering thethemes thou lovest best,night, sleep, death and...

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

So we found the end of our journey.So we stood, alive in the river of light,Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

…cause it was hard… so much harder… when I couldn’t live with me.

At times, love is silent because of too much hurt or too much care. At all times,love is the strongest voice you can always rely on.

We’ll shape it withour souls.”Desire illuminates the dark manuscriptof our skin with beetles and butterflies.After the lightning and rain has ceased,after the lightning and rain of lovemakinghas ceased, Selah will dive again into thesunflower-open river.

a happy birthdaythis evening, I sat by an open windowand read till the light was gone and the bookwas no more than a part of the darkness.I could easily have switched on a lamp,but I...

True ‘we travel the world over and over to find the authentic-self, we forget that we carry it within. Simply Pause.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

To you who eat a lot of rice because you’re lonely, To you who sleep a lot because you’re bored, To you who cry a lot because you are sad, I write this down. Chew...

In The Sunset SkyThe sunset sky dazzling with the golden hues, Taking bow in brilliant sparkle of experienceIs it not a climax, of the story so far, that was today?Or is it building anticipation of...

A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring,...

A Strange Prayer:Dear Lord, I, the self searching illusion, has seen and experienced the outer world:relationships,success and failure,true friends, strangers and backbiters.I lived the different emotionsduring different seasons;I witnessed ups & downs,enjoyed love & hate,was...

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

Ideas must work through the brains and arms of men, or they are no better than dreams

Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro’ the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,’Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold–too...

The artist has some internal experience that produces a poem, a painting, a piece of music. Spectators submit themselves to the work, which generates an inner experience for them. But historically it’s a very new,...

You will face hard times in life. Sometimes they are supposed to come, sometimes not. Get through them no matter what, ’cause the good life is always on the other side.

A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

I don’t want my love with her to wither like grapes on a vine, so I’ll water it with romance to turn it into wine.

Every evening words, not stars, light the sky. No rest in life like life itself.

Of this poetryI’m left with the emptinessof an endless secret