There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

And the testicles of the fathers hang down like old lace

once I trained for the Olympics but panic is not a sport

i found god in myselfand i loved heri loved her fiercely

anyone who has no feelings for animals has a dead heart.

Each and every words count.Each and every thoughts count.

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

Must be going crazy---my favorite poet latelyhas been me!

Do not follow the ancient masters, seek what they sought.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

I placed a jar in Tennessee and round it was upon a hill.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

For our generation walks as in Hades, without the divine.

I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down.