Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts

Apa yang bisa kami rasakan, tapi tak usah kami ucapkan. Apa yang bisa kami pikirkan, tapi tak usah kami katakan.

Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sandBrahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand....

You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet; because poetry is beyond hooks and holes.

Another day without no rain, is another day of sorrow.And if it doesn't rain today, I hope it rains tomorrow.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

They tell me to be quietWhen I’d rather cause a riotAnd have everyone screamingOut their eccentric meaning.

If the world stops spinning, slowing to a crawl. I will continue to dream of you. Until, I no longer dream at all.

How can I wear the harness of toilAnd sweat at the daily round,While in my soul foreverThe drums of Pictdom sound?

I sink into it completely, letting everything else fall away so all that's left is this. A moment like a poem.

I love your round head,the brilliant green,the watching blue,these letters,this world, you.I am very, very hungry.

ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink.

grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing

Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...

I feel no grief for being called somethingwhichI am not;in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a goodback ru