My words will be my legacy, etched in heartfelt honesty upon the pages of time.

Gratitude…here at home our faith dwindlespolitical division causes tensions to kindle -we should never forgetwho stands at the door -who shields us with armorand shall forever more…

A few cold words on yonder stone, A corpse as cold as they can be -­ Vain words, and mouldering dust, alone -­ Can this be all that’s left of thee? O, no! thy spirit...

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.

Touch my song with your lips, make it immortal,be my beloved, make my love immortal.No restriction of age, not the bond of lives,when someone love should see only the soul,by carving new trend, make the...

Vandals listen only when others are stronger.If vandals are equal or strongerTheir word is the last word.

I am five, I will never understandwhy we are stranded in our selvesbut in this moment I knowmy own storyis understanding our singlenessthat I am destined to move my body and timeinto the body-timethe storyof...

Amor, ch’al cor gentile ratto s’apprendeprese costui de la bella personache mi fu tolta; e ‘l modo ancor m’offende.Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona,Mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,Che, come vedi, ancor non...

If I lived a million lives, I would’ve felt a million feelings and I still would’ve fallen a million times for you.

To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.

Life’s waters flow from darkness, Search the darkness, don’t run from it.

Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.

Shall I tell you our secret? We are charming thieves who steal hearts and never fail because we are the friends of the One.Blessed is the poem that comes through me but not of me...

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?