Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less than the heroine of God.
Poetry could surely slow a guy down.
I don't feel strong anymore I feel like falling to my knees. Things aren't the way they were before, They're not the way they're supposed to be.
I yearn to make these scars disappear And to forget about the past. To throw away all of my fears And to be happy at last.
This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.
I love being able to see an un-written future.
What am I to do? What is my destiny? I have no idea, not a clue Feeling lost and empty. What is my dream? What is my future? I beg thee to listen to me, I beg thee to answer.
Once the change Completed inside The change outside began The crawling caterpillar spread her wings And the consequences were felt around the globe
The reformer’s striving attempts that brought the Fire to the world was resisted and put to suffer,like Prometheus,while Zeus ceased him to capture his spirits of eternally replenished liver.
My mind is a forest fire.
A lie is yet a lie, though bought worldwide; soon it shall fade with coming of new tide. Truth remains truth, though stepped on like a dime; soon it shall reign with the passing of time. A lie lasts as long as there's suppression, for lies were but of man's fabrication. Truth lasts as long as there's constellation, for truths were but of Nature's formation.
Have you been caring to all your children? Will they take you than be at old folks' den? Will they feel honored pushing your wheelchair? Will hearts break when your breath runs out of spare?
Why long for heaven up there we don't see, When there's heaven down here that's so lovely. Why mind the hell up there we can't fathom, When there's hell down here that's worse than Sodom.
Man is not victim of environment that due to world's evil, life is torment. It's man who victimized environment that due to man's evil, world is lament.
If you don't like my face, you go to God; before my own mirror, nothing seems odd. If you don't like my guts, you come to me, so I can fix myself as well as thank thee.
The world badly needs a “Great Arranger” putting everything in perfect order, where none shall be seen in wretched hunger, without a health care and decent shelter. Why we can order our homes, not our world? Where are all the leaders and the rich lords? Where the bright ones, the holy ones adored? Is it only God who can fix the world?
Do set your goal-to move with clarity. Set a goal-that suits your ability. Raise the goal-with your rising energy. Always move with goal-lest you move slowly!
I want to come home laughing, chasing fireflies, and drunk in love with you.
In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in darkness without the relief of compassion, the voice of an exceptional poet producing exceptional work is not something the world can afford to dismiss.