A woman is just like a dream at times, sometimes better than a dream, she’s real.

To His Coy MistressHad we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the...

Flutter like a hummingbird, Dive like an eagle, Ain’t no bird that’s my equal. – Twilight

The Laws Of God, The Laws Of ManThe laws of God, the laws of manHe may keep that will and can;Not I: Let God and man decreeLaws for themselves and not for me;And if my...

And on the days I couldn’t breathe, I learned to paint air.

You Know love when you see it, hear it, and feel it.” ~ Amunhotep El Bey

It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally.

Fuck You Poem #45Fuck you in slang and conventional English.Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes.Fuck you hungry and sated; faded, pock marked, and defaced.Fuck you with orange rind, fennel and anchovy paste.Fuck you with...

Why there isn’t any drama in my lifeSo I’ll crawl on the cottonfield with a fifeWhy to have a dream in vain my life begsAm a house gecko, I eat flies and lay eggsMy death...

Knowing that you knew everything about us before we were bornLord, your love is amazing

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

everybody loves a poeta poet loves everybody

See with your soul and not your eyesbecause to dance with the beasts youmust penetrate their disguise.

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

Our torments also may in length of timeBecome our Elements.

there’s no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues,the journeys go and come between honey and pain.No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no...

They were too much to carryso i left them behindfor a new life, in a new placebut no one forgot who i wasi didn’tand neither did the people who watchthey watched for yearsthey watch now

Hay una estrella mas abiertaque la palabra ‘amapola’?Is there a star more wide openthan the word ‘poppy”?

I choose to love this time for oncewith all my intelligence-from “Splittings

The trip to Mars can only be understood through Black Americans. I say, the trip to Mars can only be understood through Black Americans.

Time is in essence separation; separation produces pain; pain poesis; and poesis is what constitutes the unending stream of human life in this world.

No non-poetic account of reality can be complete.

There was also something about the smell of bookshops that was strangely comforting to her. She wondered if it was the scent of ink and paper, or the perfume of binding, string, and glue. Maybe...

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...

If you come as softlyAs wind within the treesYou may hear what I hearSee what sorrow sees.If you come as lightlyAs threading dewI will take you gladlyNor ask more of you.You may sit beside meSilent...

All the same, we ought to point out that if the kinds of poetry and representation which are designed merely to give pleasure can come up with a rational argument for their inclusion in a...

IthakaAs you set out for Ithakahope the voyage is a long one,full of adventure, full of discovery.Laistrygonians and Cyclops,angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:you’ll never find things like that on your wayas long as you...

…the wind has a purpose – to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you …

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

…my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight – we go camping at night – it’s my lucid dream of being with you…

Even ivory towers need central heating.

So what if the airin Paris smells of romance?My shirt smells of you.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

Bring death to those of Evenfall.

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the...

There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.

You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.

Those who hate rain hate life.

My friend, you thought you lost Him;that all your life you’ve been separated from Him.Filled with wonder, you’ve always looked outside for Him,and haven’t searched within your own house.

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

They grew; they did not talk about growing.

Spend the glittering moonlight therePursuing down the soundless deepLimbs that gleam and shadowy hair,Or floating lazy, half-asleep.Dive and double and follow after,Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,With lips that fade, and human laughterAnd faces...

I 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.

It is clear enough that not every something can be elevated to the rank of a thing – otherwise everything and everyone would be speaking once more, and the chatter would spread from humans to...

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.